1077 7 7
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we can say all we couldn’t say
when the ears could hear us
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107700
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It’s a compromising situation...
The would be Bride of Christ begins perspiring
before the crowd.
Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring echoes through the antique church
just one more time,
a little loud.
With every added verse and every flickering vigi
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107731
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107662
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If you've ever cleaned house because a death is coming,you know it's the same as any other kind of cleaning.Wipe the tables.Pick up the floor.Sweep the crumbs under the carpet.For later.And for the ants.It's different, too.Because you're floating.On caffeine.On muffled…
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107665
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We write in darkness. We love
in alleys. We breathe into beige
paper bags. Anything to mollify
the confusion. Anything to simplify
the math.
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107633
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You and she might make love here, next week,
and I'll buy my own razor, switch from baths to showers.
I shave my legs in my imagination.
They, like life, are smooth.
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107600
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Howling, prowling, yowling Baby Dykes, stalkin' chicks, throwin' fits, takin' hits! A thousand thigh divin', rosebud nipped, fur licking dancin' cats, (Claws in, claws
out! Yes!) sniffin' that cradle of love.
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107698
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This is what happens when a writer falls in love...
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107685
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I could tell you right nowwhat I'm thinking aboutbut that would not be sacrificeenough. Takes all kinds, and youonly listen when it'ssomething you think is instantlyoverpowering. I swear, there's always something not quiteright with you. There's a silly left…
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107641
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This time is different. The dream doesn’t continue with endless walking.
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107611
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A Halloween drabble. Happy Halloween to all!
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107621
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They put me in charge of developing a drug that stifles fear.
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107611
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She was, they said, everyman’s armful;
Bedding down with her was most likely harmful.
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107634
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Dark morning sleet whitecrusts the world
once more, shrouds remains
of January thaw:
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107630
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There were more of us before, laying in a puddle cuddling on the floor with heads tucked into the crooks of arms where light scattered their crowns in the morning and no machine exists for me to use trying to find that morning again. Carl could go off the side of the…
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1076126
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We hold fast to the bed’s corners, afraid our bodies, these new old bodies, have forgotten how to love in its center.
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107675
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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107600
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The night before, his dad had stumbled in drunk and beat his mother. John had covered his ears with his pillow to block out their screams.
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107683
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Our lives are lived backward in memory...
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107652
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I passed the old man from upstairs now and then, usually on Saturdays.
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107676
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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.
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107611
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I survived as a brave thought,
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107610
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they say the sense of smell is the strongest sense connected to memory, but not for me
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107697
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perhaps I am only being transported not for replacement but for repair
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107597
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communication/
with the dead
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107500
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We pull up under the port cochère (which I am NOT allowed to call ‘the car tent’, even though I built it) just as the front door opens. Jackson, our eldest, saunters out with a dish rag over his bare shoulder like he owns the place.
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107541
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Billy Joel wants to hold my hand.
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107563
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Her Majesty’s Glasses
Umbilical Chord
Linger Finger
Okay Inkjet
The Dragon Flies
Horny
Free Spirit
Good Footnote
Buttery Clams
You’reUp
Empty Bladder
Star Butter
Karmic Impulse
Mr. On-the-Ve
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107533
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It's early spring and rains leave miniature ponds not deep but attractive to a Drake and Mallard pair moving into the neighborhood settling quacking down. Not sensing transience in their comfortable puddle they get on swimmingly bottom…
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107574
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Not all ideas are bad, just mine.
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