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No freebies. You want to read it, you have to read all of it.
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Where are you going, boy who never was?
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An infested, indifferent universe . . .
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She is a manifold of temporal flows.
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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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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Roy Williams was his real name. It had been for the last 15 years. Since retiring from the Firm he’d lived innocuously in an apartment near the Old City walls of Dubrovnik doing the occasional quick job for them. You never entirely retired from the Firm.
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The one at
dusk is not the one you met this morning.
That one's gone like a head in the window.
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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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I had a sister-in-law who was a licensed nutritionist. Not sure what “licensed” means, but she had some certificate and worked in a hospital. Hospitals! Places not known for their cuisine, much less their nutrition. —So, what do you…
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We hold fast to the bed’s corners, afraid our bodies, these new old bodies, have forgotten how to love in its center.
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We'll all face the raging river, some sooner than others.
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circumstances//
squeeze the heart so hard/
that you should die but don’t.
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On high a centaur is pulling a yellow chicken on a sled.
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To stop myself from imagining myself/ kissing you on your face, feeling your/
eyelashes on my lips as I pass over them,/
I imagine myself murdering you with/
an axe instead...
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“I love women. They’re like goddesses.”
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Not the torn magazine page, not the smell of ink, not the sweat of palm nor the froth of irish spring
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She had endured three years of abuse for those hot, fleeting moments of tenderness—just enough warmth to keep her second-guessing the bitter frost. Now the ring promised a lifetime of biting back her pain.
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Like when she said the word 'but', it came out ‘bet’.
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The guy – it’s Billy Krazik - turns and aims at Jamie Stockwell, sitting there calmly as if he’s in the play or something and he takes two to the head.
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Everything conspires to kill you:
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To conceive of them separated was unthinkable to every wet-eyed soul at the burial.
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1279 1 0
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She became suited to herself only. She no longer tried in any way to fit, she fought the molds they created and kept moving in her own direction. Often forward, sometimes a bit backward, and she rightly scaled her own Mt. Olympus and there she sat with he
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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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Touch these words with your mind. They will create an elephant with an unidentifiable itch.
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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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It's important to sound
human, I know
To get fragile
near your
mother
I myself
get glimpses
now and then
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