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perhaps I am only being transported not for replacement but for repair
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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But you don’t know how to fly, Bunny! How ever will we survive?
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But you're everywhere, how can I move on? It's so easy for people to say, Get over it, the ‘it' being the smell of your skin, your smile, the taste of your lips, always sweet and salty, like a carnival treat. Remember that neon night when we knew it was over, how we…
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Later, you've hit that four shot espresso limit; you've snarfed down that too rich mushroom korma… gone before you tasted it.
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Over the last years of her life, my mornings began when Mom decided to play. Sitting on her black, ball-and-claw stool, she'd raise the key cover, stretch her neck and shoulders, and take slow, deliberate breaths. A deep, meditative state descended over the room and…
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Welcome to the world of (un)reality television. He/she who dies with the most stories wins. Another kind of religion. The Church of Being Famous For Whatever.
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Last night was full of little fists
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When the telephone rang the fallow fields we lay in years ago became distant countries, filled with falling stars. The distant country into which you had disappeared became a pistol with a single bullet in the chamber.
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Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
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I’m up to my kneecaps
in mockery and swill, and …
Excuse Me,
I’m Writing a Poem here?
Thank you. Sheesh!
As I was saying,
I’m up to my kneecaps in mockery and swill.
And I meet someone who
names all his fish after
people he doesn’t l
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There’s something Dad’s been telling us
that I don’t think is true
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That is a six-word story. Notice that the meaning does not change with the word count. Syllabic count: pentameter (ten). Keep these commas.
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A daydreams about a woman whose name he’s forgotten next to B, who’s been drunk since afternoon.
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It was on the Fake News today, Oh boy
They built a bridge from Alaska to Siberia
Called the Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Instead of a wall
And Putin came riding bareback on a pink unicorn
Into the White House and renamed it
The White Horse,
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—They turned him into a time bomb. Listen close, and you can hear the tick-tick-tick.
—All I hear is snoring. How do you know he was brainwashed?
—Because he can’t remember a thing about the experiment.
—I can say this: If he can’t remember anyth
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In praise of the colorful flock with crowns
of teased cotton candy rising high above
Modular walls, stalled operating systems
staling coffee and pale corner offices
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I considered my choices, then asked the question that has brought my wife so much pain over the years. "Which is cheaper?"
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. . . why did it take so long?
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it acquires a fine translucence
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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he considers the swirl of galaxies/
with their black hole hearts,
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Green hands
wave
in freezing water.
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132311
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Been running so long
You've been running so long
I bet you can't remember
What you're running from
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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132200
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Her friend had been drunk, and sometimes after two or three quarts of beer, he'd tell people that he was Jewish.
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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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“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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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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