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A Little Man on a Rainy Corner

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He is sitting in the infinite rain and the water is making him some infinite silhouette

Into the Mirror

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Her eyes still fixed on him as if to whisper her concerns of fidelity.

Off the Record

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“In other words you're going to lie through your teeth..."

Faith in the Rest

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She had the smile of a pixie on mushrooms in a disco ball universe, and I dug her style.

If Hell...

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the sour waft of a secret

Corrective Rejection

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I'm trying to make love to her but she wants to talk.

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 41

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Frank was about to take the first bite of a chicken salad sandwich.

13 poets in Hell

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1Paradise Lost is cast into the lake of fire. Satan tells John Milton to rewrite it in 140 characters or fewer.2Filippo Marinetti languishes in a dismal rural idyll. His hand, possessed, scrawls euphonic odes to the moon with a quill.3Henri Michaux floats through the…

Гумилёв и Ахматова via странников

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Walking down an unfamiliar street, / I heard a sudden caw of crows, / some thunder afar, strums of a lute— / a streetcar came flying along.

Off Shoots

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My name is Lassie.

Meticulous

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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.

As Faulkner's Birthday Nears, Mailmen Ask "What If?"

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Before he became famous Faulkner was postmaster at the University of Mississippi Substation Post Office, a fact that endears him to mailmen around the world.

Suicide Consulting Hotline

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We exist to facilitate/ successful conclusions of hopeless lives.

Buzzard

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what lies, in my eyes

Model Home

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In the living room of a model home, Mr. Jorgensen lived. He was a mannequin. He spent his days in display windows. He spent his commutes displaying the latest model cars.

Metaphor Therapy

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"Psst! You can't hide behind a broken dream.The gardenia's hint that fills your air with her perfumed scent will remain like a residue on your mind. I wish there were an antidote I could share with you, but alas, my apothecary drawer is empty. Many times it's been my…

Cairn

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Your cairns/ are litter in the streets

Fifty Bucks, More or Less by

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Airline Passengers! Is There A Right To Recline?

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It's called the Knee Defender. But I prefer to think of it as the Schmuck Identifier.

'Is This a Problem?'

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London, England. 1999.

Delusions Well-Hid from Myself

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Today, I am almost entirely self-coincidental, though I still feel a lag lurking somewhere.

Gonadista Blogsdashiva

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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”

Matchbox Car

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Clatters and clatters ensued, and the splash destroyed all denial.

Bible Stories for Atheist Babysitters

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What the five-year-old I baby sit for wanted to do yesterday was torture his Barbies. “Why would you want to do that?” I asked.“Because we're bad guys!” said Hanina. “Can't we be good guys?”“Not today. Today we're bad…

Puppet X, 2

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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

Hoping For Bones

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In the backyard with Joey, I make the mistake of answering him honestly when he asks what the gray brick in the dirt is for. “My parakeet is buried there,” I say. And he asks, “can we dig it up?”Joey's grandma lives down the street; he comes over…

the dreamer of eggs

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How much sucking, faithlessly, can there be? The body being a night thing off which steam rises, that attracts like a magnet or loadstone, whose curls attract, whose ringlets or tufts of touched hair between the legs glory up the nightly watched miracle,

Zin Is Not a True Vegetarian

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She wakes up lip-syncing the remnants of a dream: the throb of cherry blossoms, the whine of lotus flowers.

Pain

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Everything I understand / is in danger.

Stellar

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After our first kiss, a team of scientists scrubbed away the cancer of your lipstick.