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We’re on The Worm. I dread the part where the train goes under the bay. I hold my breath until we safely emerge.
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the things we will accomplish, the things we will leave to others
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Hank: Yeah, the way her head was bashed in, it looks like someone really had it in for her. Did you call the coroner?
Bill: Yeah. Boy, you couldn’t pay me enough to do the stuff those coroner and medical examiner guys do. It seems like
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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Charted stars by the dozens /
with a side of frizzle onions /
dawn showers us with glitter.
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There are many ways to cope effectively with your life after a Les Miserables run, and everyone is different, but here are some things that have helped others work through the process.
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I'm writing our initials in black sharpie on the tunnel wall. There's already people who have come before me, hundreds of pairs of Qs and As and hearts in the middle, through a small hole in the brick I can hear the French accents, spinning through, a reminder that I am…
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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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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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Friday afternoon. Angelique Brody knocked Francesco’s studio door.
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They’re young and haughty.
27’s still a long ways off.
They read about the famous,
not the dead.
Dusty dragonflies will not
land upon them,
and they are really only in love
with the dishwasher.
Now there’s a problem.
Poetry is dead,
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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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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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You go out on a night with no moon, when all the stars are flush in the sky, when all of everything, even you, is just a shadow moving softly, and I swear, you can hear it, if you listen hard enough. The music. It’s like it’s coming from under the ground.
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this is your hair, this is your stare, this is your voice
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Eat the Body/
Drink the Blood/
Perfect the sacrifice,
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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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In the end they talked a lot, shared what they could, both seemingly trying to rekindle something that was no longer hot, and yet they could not let go of each other. Year after year would prove that. Right then, just then, it seemed that the physical par
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122900
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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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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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"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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I survived as a brave thought,
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Adam hitched his dinosaur to a covered wagon. He drove the Virgin Mary to the Faire. Shiva rode behind them in a silver limousine combing out his long and flowing hair.
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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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