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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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Most women simply don’t want damaged goods. That’s a fact I’ve been brought face to face with throughout my life. It's something you can continue crushing your brains against, like an impossibly high hurdle. At first you take the damage without unde
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Friday afternoon. Angelique Brody knocked Francesco’s studio door.
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In praise of the colorful flock with crowns
of teased cotton candy rising high above
Modular walls, stalled operating systems
staling coffee and pale corner offices
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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…
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a white rabbit with a dirty monocle and a straw hat regarded marsha from the grass at the edge of the mud.
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“Have the cousins arrived?”
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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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this is your hair, this is your stare, this is your voice
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If you stop, you starve//
and they just offer what you do/
to others, starved already,/
and schooled, as you, in servitude.
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the things we will accomplish, the things we will leave to others
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We transplant helix° splices and
shoot back to meet our former selves, zip the
scrolls, and save the world. Then you said spin
so I twisted my jumper over and
over in
endless folds like lips, like vaginas, like
seacreatures
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I’m on Discord but I don’t know how to do anything.
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Hope is the thing playing checkers
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Charted stars by the dozens /
with a side of frizzle onions /
dawn showers us with glitter.
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As the silence starts gashing I decide it's the moment to take all my thoughts for a walk; To a sound like a million lightbulbs shutting their fuses I resume my view, Across the sun-strobe streets with blind nightlamps; the safflower sun is lopped on its stalk …
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I survived as a brave thought,
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I signed up for functional
I did not ask for this mixed bag
of broken glass
I have enough to swallow
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"The rider rode his bike in Arizona just about every day and for all the usual reasons....."
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What does God find abhorrent?
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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A fat kid running;
the sounds of an ice-cream truck
—counterproductive.
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I got one good hubcap
I lost the other 3
I just don’t know
What the heck is wrong with me
I got one good hubcap
As you can plainly see
The other 3 were seen
Just a-hanging from a tree
That’s what must’ve happened
When I ran my car ri
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Eat the Body/
Drink the Blood/
Perfect the sacrifice,
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It's not a funeral. Nobody to mourn over.
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I guess it was, you know, a daze thing: He, lightly drunk, turning red in parts of his head, in his cheeks mostly, and his chest, to which my eyes were drawn because of his v-neck douchebag shirt; and I, sleepy beyond belief, sustained like a zombie only
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"Already he is running and flying to the center of the world" - Mircea Eliade, about what a shaman is up to, under his mask.
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In the quiet dark, fathers reappear.
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