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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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140954
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There I saw a man
Lowering his head
Close to the plate
And just wolfing down
His cake
And that was all he ate
It was like
Solace
He was enjoying it
So much
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140932
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"May I help you?"
She was beautiful.
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140955
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before five/glancing down Academy Street/sloping west to where the tracks crossed/twisted tangled metal on wheels.
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you knew the lightbent it in your favorleapt confidentlyacross heartscheeks and shouldersrouged chromaticincandescent pretendingperhaps the dark had no claimover your lonely clumsy soul© 2013 - Rene
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140995
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an artist sits in the sun
moving fingers through long hair
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140901
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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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140853
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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140821
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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140897
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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140854
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for that is righteousness / that to everyone be allowed his own choice
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Al Capone was ruling the backstreets and alleyways of Chicago during Prohibition, and we lived in a little house right next door to a speak-easy. I could peak through our curtains and see right into the bar next door when cops came in to get pai
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140873
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Granddad listened to Elvis and then he would talk more or less the entire night. “Mystery Train” was Sam Phillips' song. Then Presley recorded it, but did it up different, sounded much faster so you could feel your hair blow back a bit. …
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I am surprised that you’re not famous already. I remember sitting in your bedroom for hours just watching you while you wrote poetry. I was in awe of you, thinking you were going to be the next Dylan Thomas! Or Bob Dylan. Or Dylan Somebody! And I rememb
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FUN MOVIE TRAILER: 41 members of my family participated in a movie I co-wrote and shot with my wife. Have a look!:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wA7k2r81iXEHere's the 64 minute film-noir-style…
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I just picked up and
went to Rome
when I was young and beautiful
When I was young and beautiful
I played with life
like it didn’t matter or exist
When I was young and beautiful
I never failed
Beach nudity
Etc
Didn’t move me
But d
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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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140796
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On a Saturday I flew from murky air. My wings grown weak, I stole away from plundered nest, casual stings, and skillful barbs. In family's fold, I perch.
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140700
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“You've got to be kidding me. A robot?”, said Marge as she rotated in the chair at her desk. She removed the leaf of paper from the typewriter and set in down on the desk. She looked up at Parkins who was leaning against the wall nursing a cold cup of…
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140700
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He started to concentrate on the music again. It was the album with the crazy picture of Monk on the cover, with a machine gun over his shoulder, a tied-up Gestapo officer and a female resistance fighter standing next to—a cow.
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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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140776
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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140721
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It began not so innocently
with voyeuristic tendencies.
the sound of concrete
and confetti in the night.
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140730
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These are not the caffeinated men of barbaric lore.
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140721
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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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140701
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Miranda hugged Madam Mayweather as the girls, except Akane, gathered around them.
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140721
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“What the fuck!” Duke muttered, amazed at what he was seeing in the darkened store. A thin curtain of smoke was rising from under the baseboard like an inverted waterfall. It stretched the entire length of the left wall. Holy shit, the joint's on fire! I…
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Against//
the mysteries and the dark/
it illuminates and shapes
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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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