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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 blame you for my short temper when I go off the handle when my blood runs cold and I can't think straight I can only react. When I say things I don't mean Even if I do. But I am glad for the fire you started inside of me. That time I…
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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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The last time my old lady threw me out, I decided to go and stay with my brother. I thought, "That's the last place I'll be welcome," and I knew that was true. The drive was calming, which was good, because Steven wouldn't have even let me in if I…
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
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Lying in the blissful glow of young television.
Idly sleeping, eyes open and ears closed.
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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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a girl in a red cap
flashes by
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Without light it is black.
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“I swear that man is a force of nature.” This was her mother's way of describing her father whenever her mother came too close to the precipice. While growing up, she could never allow herself to fully acknowledge the meaning behind her mother's…
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this is your hair, this is your stare, this is your voice
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Godzilla, Mothra, Kong, Rodan.
Most people know these Giant Monsters through the movies. What the majority of the population doesn't understand is, that these are monsters are real. Like the myths of ancient times, these movies are just a way that our
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Somebody left CNN on all night long
until the news cycle flipped, crashed
and burned
in its own ruins
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I. The cowboy of my heart rides high in the saddle. Behind him, the long tail of his speeding palomino, golden — like the hair to the girls I was later to want so desperately — stands straight out from his sweating, muscular haunches. It's time.…
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Wait a minute, said Ben. What do we really know?
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Gibson Park, underneath the grove of trees beside the soccer field. She's buried. But don't say anything yet. Her disappearance will make the news shortly, but it hasn't yet.
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I hate buying shirts. There's no point. You need a shirt, you go to the library.
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I imaged him at his mother's house, eating chicken and tabouli with her at her round marble table, leaning back and laughing, then reading my “love you” and excusing himself to cry in the bathroom.
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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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We were careful not to wake the kids & goodbye with a handshake & my skeleton is trapped with your universe inside.
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When Beez and I were visiting D.C., Beez saw MDW after many years and said, almost so that MDW could hear him if he wished, “His hair looks like Beethoven’s.”
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Better move ‘cause I hear them comin’ up the other side.
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My time glass allocation nears its end.
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Posit butterflies/
as evidence of heavenly design.
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so out to the night, and turning out the stars, so nothing can last, and nothing is taken in
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Did I refer to Mark Twain’s typewriter as an animal? Did I call it a hyena? I would not say that about Mark Twain’s typewriter.
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I am surprised that you’re not famous already. I remember sitting in your bedroom for hours just watching you while you wrote poetry. I was in awe of you, thinking you were going to be the next Dylan Thomas! Or Bob Dylan. Or Dylan Somebody! And I rememb
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