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Violet Hour

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“My name is Violet,” I add. I am trying to stop lying. Going without cigarettes has been easier.

People of Walmart

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You look at me with that contemptuous smirk while I'm here in Walmart dressed in sweats and house slippers, sloppy, a bit fat, trying to figure out which electric toothbrush to buy.

Wheatfield with Cypresses. van Gogh

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There's no sky like that with twisting clouds shot up into by cypress trees that are so like dark green flames leaping out of the earth as if a dark green oily pool were on fire underground, and this was all that could escape, was its essence.

Groceries

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Your son is six feet tall in the sixth grade. By his sophomore year of high school, he outweighs you by a hundred pounds. He's been offered four football scholarships and one for a sport he's never played. Every morning his mother, your ex ex-wife, makes his breakfast of a…

Double Sonnet I

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We love our other animals

The Fall

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Tuesday is trash day.

Exhumation

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the poems/ we never got to will remain,

maybe, in winter

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I will wrap up in quilts that still smell of summer sun

this was very symbolic

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I remember this vivid dream I had once. Maybe you were in it? I’m not sure. There was a gang of spitting men outside this bar, standing beside a whole row of gleaming motorcycles, with tons of chrome, and I remember my dreams were their feathers. They

Trick or Treat

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A Halloween drabble. Happy Halloween to all!

The Writing Class

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I ask if anyone has a poem or a story they would like to read. Everybody's hand shoots up.

My First Horror Show

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I remember screaming and wanting to run from the living room that time you came home drunk.

Smackdown

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you escape by finding the bubbles

The Tourists at the Museum

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For the camera she smiles otherwise not and only when she is standing beside him But for the camera? for the crowd for posterity yes For their children for the future? yes, again yes a thousand times until her face be

Trot fast, my dapple gray!

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It was night. It was Massachusetts. It was an interview in a snowstorm that Detective Vivian Diaz wished would go away.

visionary

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let it lie

Three Questions on Distance Running

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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.

Runts

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Dead drunks sing Christmas/ songs-

My Plastic Dreams

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Once, in the past or future, but definitely not in the present, I worked as a transportation minister for a friendly dictator, whose name was neither Hitler, nor Stalin, nor Kim Jong-Un, but whose mustache was toothbrush, whose smile was sardonic to the p

Yet More from The Chronicles of His Demise

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The Muse//has used/ me up

Cheese

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So, my wife got fired from her job for being three minutes late five times. But he had it in for her, the fatty boss. He was lazy and she was smart, in line for his job. And she had a workman's comp case against the hospital—she'd slipped in pudding in the cafeteria…

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Then I am in Washington DC impersonating an accountant.

Where is Now and When is There?

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The floor dissolves beneath us, pierced by lasered/ glare of countless eye-beams.

Across from Margaret Atwood's House

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Been running so long You've been running so long I bet you can't remember What you're running from

DRA

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DRA musical - 1942… Open on the General Jackson crowded with Marines, headed to (Tennessee Base),at the front of the ship, young men laughing, unrealistic military dreams/wordless chatter... LET IT RIDE .. main character is a marine en route to base...Solo verse,…

Geisha Doll

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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.

Audience

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At 19 words, the whole piece is a snippet.

John of God, Painted by Murillo

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NO ONE CAN BE A BASTARD FOREVER

Santos

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Further down a small group of men lolled near a doorway.

the fine hair on your belly

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On the beaches in the summer the fine hair rose up from under the material of your bikini and swirled around your deep navel, almost invisible to the naked eye, but not to the mind, which imagines everything funneling down into the center of your being,