1403 5 3
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Could even drift off to
New Orleans for a slow sip
of a hurricane
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140300
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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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140200
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It was a bright day in April, the cruelest month, and the gears and pumps of the train beat on into the still air.
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140242
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Notice: No Trespassing. Warning: Falling Rock. Caution: Dangerous Curve. Declaration: I Love You.
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140264
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Further down a small group of men lolled near a doorway.
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140200
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Lips to graceful curve, / Found a well from which / This dancing lifeblood comes / (Again and again)...
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140233
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I'm a heathen in the church of the absolute.
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140254
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Even mockingbirds are scarce;
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140121
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Q: Tell me briefly about how you got into the death industry.
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140100
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Miles away Coriander was stepping through the forest with a light but determined step. He was exhausted, but the terrors he imagined every time he pictured his beloved in the claws of a dragon were too intense to allow for sleep.
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140176
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Whistler pounded a nuanced nail,
into our inferior foreheads.
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140142
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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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1401113
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I've written of this and I've written of that, Have scriven as you have it either that or this: But if you strive against the wind when you decide to piss, They say, you'll find up firing against your hat- Like some old Brother who was broiled when…
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140111
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{ a Triolet }A smile, a wave as I stepped out Into another life altogether ‘Twas little enough to talk about A smile, a wave as I stepped out And O' how after they did shout (Yet now we only talk of weather) A smile, a wave as I stepped out Into another life…
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140100
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Those in the house don’t notice the sweaty woman on their lawn any more than they notice the Ruger LCP pistol she holds limply in her right hand.
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140100
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try to keep him from eating the children
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140100
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This time he was dressed in a snap-brimmed hat, zoot suit with a gold chain and two-toned shoes; something out of a sad, lost Los Angeles past. I had no choice but to follow him as he walked down stairs that led to the Metro. We stood near one another,…
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140110
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What chaos comes from / insufficiency? What else can calcify dreams?
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140131
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She was just a small dog with a big heart.
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140100
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My Mother always said that a storm was death knocking.
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140141
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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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140100
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The real problem, though, was the radiator.
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140111
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Lester walked back into the house. He was hungry but didn’t know what he wanted to eat. Really, he couldn’t remember how to fix anything he wanted. He walked over to turn on the television, but couldn’t find the on/off button. Surely the damn thing had an
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140132
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while you peed on that little old lady's begonias
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140197
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Thus, more people can drown//
and leave their bones
|
140163
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You may want to pretend to leave once or twice, peeking in through a window from a darkened room, to see how they interact. Never leave a new poet unattended with the pack until you’ve determined that the new arrival has learned to fit in with the other w
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140143
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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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140074
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It was if you memorized my ever detail but not the why.
And perhaps that is what love is. Was that love?
I lie in bed waiting for the man who came after you
to join me. I hear his heavy footsteps and know
he wants to go to Hawaii too,
when our bud
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140010
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Excuse me, can I now
ask to change my favorite childhood color
from green to yellow?
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140011
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They say I'm supposed to see everything as a nail, but I have a silver head. Too soft for bang-bang. Too soft for anything but sitting on a shelf. I sat in her classroom for twenty-five years. She was proud of me and pointed often to the words inscribed on me that I can't…
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