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Character & Fitness, the opening chapter to my novel, "Death of the Dying City."
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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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"That it was my stepdad's fault."
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I will wrap up in quilts that still smell of summer sun
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The Argument: A couple of young female lovers, one slightly older than the other one, decide to part ways. The elder has contracted a terminal illness, and they decide the best way to part ways would be by joining together through a suicide pact.…
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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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The outside world will intrude . . .
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Fragment’s of ignorance strewn by a haphazard hand
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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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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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The morning news.
The birthday present you bought me.
This poem.
My hair when I wake up in the morning, at any given point in the day.
Pigeon pose.
My singing voice.
How much I love myself.
Coffee.
Sex.
Not having sex.
Having movie star sex.
Ha
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You wouldn’t believe an organ the size of a heart could scream like a nine-year-old sissy girl but mine did.
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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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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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It was Wednesday, the papers had a food section that day, so the gap-toothed news hawker at the mouth of Winter Street would yell out “Foozection! Foozection!”
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Our realtor is worried about selling our apartment. He believes it is a submarine. We cannot convince him otherwise. I agree that our apartment is a little small and more than a little cluttered. We have a lot of books. The sensation of standing or sitting in our…
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Lungs bursting in the alleyways
trying to keep with the beat.
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The shadows hang fast on the downs this day: And I hang like the darkness, over heath and down; Since the air there is clearer than the clouds, men say, And I'm lost in the country, I shall turn to town. If the heather is restless, then the fete is …
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Violet goes with her mother to the home, delivering cookies to old folks. She's getting to hate how she goes along with everything her mother asks. Some of her friends are rebelling already, and Violet feels something under her skin. It's still just a dark shape, lurking…
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My friend, drunk, spoke to me / outside a bar where we hung out; / and his eyes were red from tiredness,
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This is what happens when a writer falls in love...
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Touch these words with your mind. They will create an elephant with an unidentifiable itch.
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He is underneath them. His head is like the head of a worm.
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I awake to find a heavy chain shackled around my ankle. I try to remove it but cannot. The length of the chain runs through my apartment, sometimes coiling around itself, but eventually leading out my front door.
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Like when she said the word 'but', it came out ‘bet’.
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WAITING FOR HURRICANE DENNIS, FLORIDA 2005 With soft eyes, she quizzed, shivered, said: “Where's Dad? Where's Ric? Will you leave me here alone? Are you all going to leave? Where's Peter? Do you feel all right? We're…
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The mist monster leaned over the building, drawing its face close to Mayumi. Its’ lavender eyes locked onto the Magi as she stood there ignoring Rumiko’s calls to flee.
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Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
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