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...she had marked the stars with a blue pen, connected the dots to make Andromeda, Cassiopeia, told us of the gods behind the stars...
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127253
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We took our turn at the younger stage. One good turn deserves another and all that crap. But does it always have to strong-arm the world's latest lovers apart with so much pushed and shoved ultra violence?So far…
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127241
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Endless. I find this story.Beginning. To walk.Repeating. Repeating.The Memory. Of snow.Amsterdam. Rivers narrow.Hearts. Divide.Hands. Emboldened.Patronizing. Unpatriotic.Semblance. House held open.Forging. The ties…
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127200
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This tanka poem was inspired by news report that the Macy's of "Miracle on 34th Street" fame has a white Santa in front and a black Santa in back.
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127210
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Touch these words with your mind. They will create an elephant with an unidentifiable itch.
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127220
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Rose would have preferred to survey the wreckage alone, between sips of her earl grey, but the morning light drew her attention to blonde and jet black curls weaving into folds of fabric.
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127285
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Have you measured the cups, the conveyors' yield? Do you know the span? I am the LORD your God, she murmured.
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JOSEPH YOUNG Joseph Young You might start with the top of the head, where the heat goes. This is first, first from the womb, the first word. Joseph Young There might have been a faith that placed it in the mouth, not the…
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127222
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Through void decks of apartment blocks,
Over roads on overhead bridges,
Down small streets on concrete pavements.
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127243
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Today, the buxom neighbor carrying blintzes
Egged me not to care about
What’s not flat. She forgot
To bend, clanging together
Some fronts and sides.
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127210
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His nervous cackle makes me sick - Oh, if only - Times were different - That knife - Would fit so nicely in his back
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127253
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Well, now it has fallen away some
but I felt better about it when it was raging
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127222
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We walk though the streets of London, New York, Paris, Prague, Barcelona, Skegness, inhaling air heavy with metaphors, eyes set alight by the microscopic pyrotechnics of quotidian symbols hitherto debased by the outmoded conventions of a bankrupt civilisation decomposing in…
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127242
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you happen to me like motorcycle tricks
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127241
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The Beatles on TV
their last show
together
as a group
and we all
knew it
smoking dope
sitting around in large
groups
in living rooms
across the universe
they sang Let It Be
and The Long and Winding Road
knowing
a man
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Lungs bursting in the alleyways
trying to keep with the beat.
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127222
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the small break of consciousness that is my dreamswaterso much wateri can never forgive the watertoo many tears
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127110
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Excuse me, can I now
ask to change my favorite childhood color
from green to yellow?
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127121
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Q: Tell me briefly about how you got into the death industry.
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127111
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The priest went into the place in those parts, the priest an old pear or grape gotten ripe and then moreso, but never actually expiring . He was hunched and it looked like he was broken at some integral part, but nobody could tell for sure where. One time, a bat…
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127155
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Due to recent enhancements to our billing system, the rate per unit for your basic service can no longer be determined.
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127184
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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127133
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Why, these were the young hands
that I kissed only last night.
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127160
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“The first thing you must remember,” Polly tells the Levensons, “is that every penny you spend on your guests is that much less you can spend on your horses.”
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rheumy eyes wink, gnarled hands pantomime
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127141
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I gently honked my horn and gave her the kind of friendly neighbor wave that only friendly neighbors can give. She didn’t wave back. What the hell is her problem?
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127111
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“I love women. They’re like goddesses.”
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127133
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His granddaughter, Ivy, sat on his knee looking at an old photo album she found under the couch during one of her afternoon explorations. She made him wipe off the dust and cobwebs before he took her through all the pictures, per normal protocol. The albu
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127133
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Ymir used to be a big nothing;Now he's everything.His hair is the grass, the trees, the reedsHis scalp is the desertHis skull is the empty vault of spaceHis brain is telecommunicationsHis skin is a reality made of matter and miragesHis forehead is the Ten CommandmentsHis…
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At six a.m. he was awakened by the alarm on the watch, and found he could not remove it from his wrist, though he was able to turn it off. Of course, she was gone, but had left a little patchouli-scented note on a pillow.
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