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The sound of a siren approaches his home. His wife asks him why he's so nervous. It's nothing, he says, but he rises from the couch and peers into the night from behind the curtains. The siren approaches relentlessly. The road twists and turns and the sound fades but always…
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I’m on Discord but I don’t know how to do anything.
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I survived as a brave thought,
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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“In other words you're going to lie through your teeth..."
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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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Our ragged wits, ragged minds, after acting out all, imitating all honey-like tunes, air song, excellence of song, true flower of the world. So the sun has some of its honey wintered away, to bring it into contact with such a human voice as yours.
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By dawn, she is ready to hunt.
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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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Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
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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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In frustration, he picked up a hammer and slammed it straight into the center of the mask.
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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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In my dreams, I feel my dreams fade away.
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for spirits and demons have no life/
but what imagination gives
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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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Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
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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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She stood for a moment to think about what happened inside.
She had just killed her husband of twenty three years.
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this is your hair, this is your stare, this is your voice
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the things we will accomplish, the things we will leave to others
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A parody of John Ashbery I have been preconditioned likewise by the ligatures of the roof. It has bypassed even the lightning. When I started this essay I (poetics equalling dissemination, like a toilet plug) admired, and I in the book produced…
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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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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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They’ve deduced she’s still of sound mind and body. What do they know?
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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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"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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Friday afternoon. Angelique Brody knocked Francesco’s studio door.
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