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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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She is not centered, but she finds her way.
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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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Macro-Microbe parked his car and proceeded on foot, which was a misnomer because he had no feet. Typical for Manhattan, no one gave him a second glance except for a homeless woman who tried to sell him hand-sanitizer. Macro-Microbe locomoted himself insid
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Breasts were developed after World War II, the result of improved nutrition and the additional muscle mass that “Rosie the Riveter”-types acquired through manual labor in jobs that males abandoned to join the war effort.
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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“In other words you're going to lie through your teeth..."
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So we stayed on the train admiring the time.
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The Devil’s laugh was the screech of wind. Ignacio Carillo heard Him as he dug the grave that would hold the body of his beloved wife.
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A fat kid running;
the sounds of an ice-cream truck
—counterproductive.
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As the light changed and exhaustion set in, Suzy and Molly batted back and forth one more knock knock joke to avoid going home.
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Most people come to dislike me because of the things I say.
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What’s your favorite emotion? Mine is ripping the sky apart and standing on a star outside of time.
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Tell people of substance the truth.
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Al Capone was ruling the backstreets and alleyways of Chicago during Prohibition, and we lived in a little house right next door to a speak-easy. I could peak through our curtains and see right into the bar next door when cops came in to get pai
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Dark morning sleet whitecrusts the world
once more, shrouds remains
of January thaw:
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I tell him if he wants to impress a girl he should learn to cook. He shifts his body. I add, crab cakes work well.
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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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Orchids strewn over the floor...
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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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...swallowed like a radiant yolk by an epicurean barracuda.
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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So this was how it started. The next day Kia returned to sit with him a bit and the next day and the day after that until the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months. Eventually she found out his name was Saul, that he had no 'proper' job, was o
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-Someone could have boosted this easy as pie, Ben said to himself.
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the view is
breathtaking here.
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On the days I wasn’t there, my insides felt like paper-mâché.
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Star-eaterHere lies the star-eater.Tilting on the ancient wheelof summer-glaze-breath,you speak the oceans. Fire's the mealfor you, the star-eater. You defy death,and out of your mouth, a universe openspouring forth, as fleet as the starslight on your tongue. Space…
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It was in his teeth. A blackness, a subscription to an outsideness, a painful contraction of burnt out trees scattered there among sand drifts and tidal debris. His face, lightly weathered and troubled, a tightness built into eyes of thought and separation. His arms, strong…
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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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