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Daylight and cold sensed as an abstract, a number in my mind. Air thin, polluted, lacking oxygen. But the Recyclers are at it again.
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140853
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I build pedestals.It's hard workHeld together by sweat, love, and lofty thoughts - an unsound foundation.The tiniest bit of heartbreak,and it comes crashing down. Always, I blame the builder and not the vandal. The next one will be…
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140800
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Famus Peepul Ellen and her boy, Larson, were on the second floor of The Monsters restaurant, searching for the fortuneteller. Larson had decided her signature was a necessary addition to his autograph book. He hadn't asked for her autograph…
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1408122
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full of mad hope / we dash into the street / leap into the fray / and enter splendiferous lists
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140753
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—Mr. Martinelli, can you explain how you developed your painting technique?
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140774
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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140710
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Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
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140744
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the view is
breathtaking here.
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140700
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This tanka poem was inspired by news report that the Macy's of "Miracle on 34th Street" fame has a white Santa in front and a black Santa in back.
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140722
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Rob slogged down First as November winds tore right on through him that Tuesday at four o'clock in the morning, letting him know that he was the only man left on the face of the whole fucking planet. Except for an old, broke,…
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140743
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Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
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140742
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It was almost like I was dreaming, he is saying, my visit to the ruins of the factory that made the first Narrative Machines.
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140752
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If Heaven holds forth its own Infinity, What of selves, of ours, could we stand to see? Cradled with harsh fangs of Memory, Deep forgetfulness, give rather me- Let bright dreams be our self's divinity: Forever holds, in morrow's hours, such little…
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140711
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Carla woke up from her hospital bed screaming.
"Somebody please help me. Please save me. I am begging you."
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140631
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Every night she waited for that magical hour when her breath was quick and her heart was loud rushing in her ears 8:04 or sometime 8:20 either way she knew the voice she would hear of her beloved was coming any minute now and so she was…
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140680
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Despite kryptonite not actually existing it became possible to buy, for 300 dollars, pieces of kryptonite on eBay. Personal protection, the sales pitch said. The pieces of kryptonite looked suspiciously like green plastic.
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140610
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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140641
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She’s new, with the enthusiasm of a new person. And everyone wants the new girl.
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140643
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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again. It was there yesterday and maybe before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it. I've been using my binoculars lately. It is interesting to me...to bring things closer. And it's not just birds, but other things like the…
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140600
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‘Grace’ was eliminated sometime in year b.s. (Before Seat) 12, for bottlenecking Productivity and holding back Progress.
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140655
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I don’t see the problem. In the country I come from, language is the best part of the game.
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140664
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Light spreads its way across the sky like a drop of inkon dry cotton sheets:starts at one point and expandsas wind shufflesover bodies, seashoist your sailsand I'll throw this oneoverthe night can have itnowhear the waveshow they seem satisfiedwith their…
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140655
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Wish more than ever there was a more perfect way to mean everything I say. If I could I'd certainly walk all my words right up to your face now and give them over, hand to hand so to speak. That's the point at which I'd very much…
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140687
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. . . the roar of fire speaks lasting heat . . . .
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1405115
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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140521
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The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
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1405109
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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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140500
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They've put down roots under the dome. Want to push through the ceiling, blot out the sun. I have other plans.
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140584
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These days, you seem to disappear like bread tasted and devoured
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140510
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“Do you have a job? Are you going back to school,” I asked, you know, because I’m hip like that.
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