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No one saw him arrive at the half-moon garden just south of Delancey, no one saw him hang his cage from one of the drainage pipes, but by the time the rest of us got there, the bamboo frame was already covered with silky, golden cloth that reflected the e
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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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But even if the truth
Never sets me free
I'll know this ain't the end of me
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"The Genius has since abandoned all hope of seeing full remission of the Great Descending Haze in his lifetime."
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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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The cats sniff at the small opening,/
one by one, in a furtive casualness./
They think the outside air is sweet
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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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Self-possession. He had it. In his arctic white t-shirt; blonde haired, broad shouldered, unburdened. “I will make you love me,” he had said, in a bar.
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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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"Man, I'd love to do coke chopped up with the remains of this motherfucker," he said as the unicorn's head smacked against the screen of his netbook for the 12,364th time.
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--small chin, timid mouth, frail nose, weak narrow-set eyes--
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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On his knees in front of the transplant board, he pleaded for his ailing heart, spluttering on its last dying beats, to be replaced with a bomb.
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perhaps I am only being transported not for replacement but for repair
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I took a left, it's less safe
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Bardan O'Connor stared at himself in the mirror but didn't recognize the image before him. He was pale and looked like death. He tried to psyche himself up for the latest show with a shot of Irish whiskey. He slapped himself hard in the face. "Get it together man." The…
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They’re coming now. Thousands of them. Black wings, antennas, spindly legs.
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“Okay,” Boris said, wiping his mouth, “ready to go see these paintings by Lenin? We go now.”
“Where are these paintings exactly?” Ellen of Troy (NY) asked. I didn’t mention which Troy she was from.
“I have friend in Prague,” Vladimir said. “Has sh
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how enthralled might you be, or how much appalled,/plucked from a fresh dream that had just grown serene?
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A group of us from work are playing cards at a friend's house, so when my brother Jimmy calls, I take my phone into the other room. I already know what it's about, really the only reason he ever calls these days.“Look, I hate to ask,” he begins, the way he…
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To The Graduates Of The Class Of 2010:
You are here today at a critical crossroads of your life. For most of your 22 years you’ve been taught to work hard, obey the rules, listen with respect to your elders and to trust that every effort you make wil
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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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It must have been then and in those days and during that time when the grass and short brush, like so much amber and jade, emerged from the snow and the poet Li Po, who while traveling within the ten thousand crags of the Tanggula Mountains, looked up…
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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[...] A crimson post-it note/ illustrates the squiggle of a resting pulse wavering/
near the broken pencil leads and whorls of/soft wood which may be classed as evidence.
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a soft wooden clatter, wind-battered reeds/bound to the banks of ditches rank,/ill-purposed waters slide into low swamps/whose waters into rivers seep and crawl.
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I’m well aware of the shadow stalking just to my left, her mannish voice flirting with my sensibilities.
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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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Clasped his hands behind his head to give a moment’s thought to love and how it had never quite clarified in his mind to run pure and sweet.
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