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I am trying very hard to rhyme,
and trying very hard not to.
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137251
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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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137242
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I was sitting there drinking with Paul at the bar, and it was a Friday night and I was I was feelin good. I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and I had a few drinks and food in me, and I able to that on da cheap, which felt good. And Paul…
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137244
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an almost perfectly symmetrical/
Cheshire grin of a moon tonight/
above the iced roof of the house
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137274
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Last night was full of little fists
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137244
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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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137295
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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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137287
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. . . the roar of fire speaks lasting heat . . . .
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137222
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This really bothered me, and I questioned my penis about it.
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137285
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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1372158
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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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137200
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No, that can't be him, Joe thought. The guy was messing around the displays in back. He had walked in three or four minutes ago, by now, and he certainly looked the part — or at least Joe thought…
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137121
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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137197
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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137100
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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137164
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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137123
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A little boy sits at the table. He hears a knock at the door.“Mo-om!” the boy calls out. “Door!”His mother comes from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her clothing.“Jesus!” she says. “Would it kill you to answer the…
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137161
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Eva stepped out of the hut she and Javier shared and slogged through the mud toward the coop to fetch fresh eggs for Javier's breakfast. None existed. Javier became angry when he didn't get his eggs. Eva slowed her pace as she neared the door. She knew wh
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137155
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The boy stared out his window, noting the suns slow and eventual passing behind the distant mountains. He saw his face reflected in the window pane and turned away. His shadow loomed…
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137165
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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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137100
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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When nothing's coming in All I have are fragments Cloudy memories Uncompleted projects Disappointments loom large and threaten to define me I am only as good as what I produce And now I feel empty So how do I shine How do I find the spark that…
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137152
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It's morning, and the cold black hull of branches sets my resting pier, Amid this drizzle, underneath the poignant pain of birches, wrecked By floods of midyear grieving; wraithlike, Dawn's been becked To paint in shafts of faded rose that shades the fen…
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137143
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A convoy of military vehicles is heading into the city as we are heading out.
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1371106
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Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
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137021
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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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137055
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They’re young and haughty.
27’s still a long ways off.
They read about the famous,
not the dead.
Dusty dragonflies will not
land upon them,
and they are really only in love
with the dishwasher.
Now there’s a problem.
Poetry is dead,
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the view is
breathtaking here.
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Why do you lie? the old woman repeats when her mouth is not busy filling the waste bin. We sit as far away from her wheedle and wretch as the small waiting room allows. A young woman glares at us through the mental health clinic's safety glass…
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