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beyond knowing that when it hits you, you've been very much run over, and flattened like a stack of cardboard pancakes. I've seen it all before, and it works all right I guess. But my oh my, my, my oh thank you Jesus, to…
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120875
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Does sound shape silence/
or silence shape sound?
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120822
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“plain before my eyes” said he eyes swathed in bandages covering sight
oozing yellow fluid is this life thought i
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120820
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My first year I hated how big and unruly the plants got.
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120897
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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120832
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Life strikes another blow and away I go: back to the cave to sleep, read, write, dream, soothed by rocking chair therapy, spend hours on hours looking at photo memories, lighting incense and candles, crying, howling out the injustices smothering me. …
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120810
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machine utility of thought,
intangible aesthetic of sentiment.
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120841
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A bum leaves his shopping cart
in the middle of the intersection
at 7th Ave and Perry St
and walks away
leaving everything behind
Shopping cart gets hit
by an onslaught of
yellow taxis whizzing by
The contents flying out
into the hum
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120865
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Posit butterflies/
as evidence of heavenly design.
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120863
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I had this dream. We were living together, and we were in bed asleep when strange, enormous cats began crowding around our windows and meowing. They made awful scratching and scraping noises at the windows, trying to come in. But I couldn’t wake you up.
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120800
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Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn
and left us to week-old sleep
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120820
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How many years has he dreamed he would be home again?
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120874
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Jim Morrison moved
ever so slightly
in the cold of his grave
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120845
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I sat at
the vast graveyard
of broken hearts
on the mending fence
of wonderment
unsealing the silence
of the wounds
I began to put the pieces
together
like a puzzle against
forgetting
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1208103
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I sit there reading a magazine while the woman clips my claws. From time to time I watch Kim’s face.
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120721
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lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice
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120745
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She arranged to have an abortion at a doctor Greene’s office, who practiced out of a converted house on Solano Avenue on the north side of Berkeley. I took her there the day of the procedure. You couldn’t go to a regular hospital to have this kind of thi
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120764
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It's not stories the quiet lack, but inclination...
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120775
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Whatever you have,/
we can monetize it
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120710
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So what happensTo the VFWIn a global economyAnd the monumentsErected in reverenceAfter the boysWho became menCame back homeTo be fathersThen grandfathersGreat-grandfathersAnd start to fall awayAs the days creep byThat petty paceOf politics as usualFamily DiasporasAnd maybe…
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120763
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While most spread their time in other occupation, I traveled through books and grew my imagination. I knew endless bliss. I was a book eater. I would just devour books that I loved and slug through those I didn't, just to make myself eat the truths and li
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120731
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He's gonna find he wasn't born lucky after all, his propaganda has got up on the wrong side of the bed and sidled onto the couch.
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120754
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He tells me that he thinks he reached out as he needed healing
and I wonder if I should diagnose him on the spot,
explain what years of therapy taught me about him.
I don't.
Instead I compliment a photograph of the pot plants he grows, organic,
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120754
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We are a city of overworked workers.
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120700
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"A Social Worker develops programs to help feed the poor," she had said, "and makes sure there's a chicken in every pot. A Counselor asks them how they feel about getting the chicken. And a Therapist diagnoses and treats them when they start hearing
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120722
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On Monday, Michiko returned from Cleveland in a foul mood. She called Frank’s studio at three in the afternoon.
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120785
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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120732
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Lying in the blissful glow of young television.
Idly sleeping, eyes open and ears closed.
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120721
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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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120642
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He adopts a stance known as Part the Wild Horse’s Mane but calls it a different name--the Part the Hair of the Skanky Barmaid for a Bleachjob position.
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