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It had been over three months since he’d left his home and started to walk. He’d kept a journal to begin with, but his book soon ran out of batteries. It was that sort of thing that had irked Neil at the start, but now he’d just let it slide down his back
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1319135
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each act of creation is a jolt of expectation
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131911
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Reports have been spreading fast
that an actual living poet
has been found right outside the
borders of Berkeley
Rumors grew into a wildfire of speculation
Saturday night when one of them
a tall graying older specimen
more or less in the
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131994
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The poet could not speak of himself
but only of the gradations leading toward
him and away. ~ Mark Strand
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131933
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The retired, widowed receptionist slapped one hand to the base of her throat with a gasp . . .
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131920
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Liking up with the Joneses...
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131942
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Gripping the sink, head bowed, I let the blood gather on the rim of my nose, pooling for a moment, before its fleeting journey towards the basin.
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131913
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Seeing her in black /
with his arm around her /
from the other side /
of a glass door. /
He gave her a beer. /
She might’ve been thirsty, /
uncomfortable.
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131933
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Today, I am almost entirely self-coincidental, though I still feel a lag lurking somewhere.
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131944
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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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131900
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"That it was my stepdad's fault."
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1319119
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One night while in rehab I had a dream that I worked as a violin maker in Salzburg.
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131944
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Once upon a time I sat in summer chairs beside cool vine walls. This was in a borough east of the major city, where families gathered in seasonal joy, by blooms fragrant, to worship the summer and its might. There is nothing diminutive about the world when one is…
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131941
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IV. From Hoover Dam The intent of passive presence wreathes an endless ring, Invisible, beyond all thoughts and change to sickness. This hour beats sibylline as vacancy, breathing Through mouths that do not taste their nothingness. I do not know where you are;…
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131994
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As a child I drowned myself in the pages of books, and as a writer I prefer to be left alone with my imagination.
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131900
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some are cameras, some are daggers, some are sauces pans, others are swords, and some will run off and others will burn a hole into the spot which they land.
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1319105
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Sitting in the SUV awaiting the trooper behind us I felt a warning tingle.
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131941
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In the morning I listen through an ear-trumpet
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131800
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The white Boeing 747, all three hundred and sixty eight seats of it, prepared to depart from Johannesburg Airport. Mild conditions on a clear flight path coupled with the soothing voice of the first officer didn't allay my unease. I offered a friendly nod to the…
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131851
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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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131853
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Crass, vulgar, boorish, impaired, angry, depressed, jealous, regretful.
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13181612
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“Have the cousins arrived?”
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131801
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On the ridge in front of them, appeared a creature, neither man had ever seen before, standing taller than their horses, the strange beast walked on two powerful legs...
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13181411
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Dear Brandon Lee: I know that you're dead and can't respond to letters, but I've always felt a connection to you.
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131863
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Written within five minutes, being a parody of the artless vacuity of observational 'poetry'(By Tedward Weeney and Seamus Spews) The large wind in the treetop tells the blackbird its own voice. The yellow grainyard resounds to the clodding of my farmer's…
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131810
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He is underneath them. His head is like the head of a worm.
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131821
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They put me in charge of developing a drug that stifles fear.
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131821
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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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131851
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Now that Spring has sprung I am reminded about the day a former neighbour complained about my squirrel collection. I love to feed the black squirrels that gather in my yard and she became convinced I had trained several ninja squirrels to enter her garden
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