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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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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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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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it acquires a fine translucence
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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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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mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
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These fern-like weeds grow along the roads. “Watch this,” you say, bending down over a plant. The touch of your fingertip sets it recoiling, stunned–a fun, jungle trick you picked up somewhere along your way.
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His house incubates memories. As he sleeps, they hatch.His house is neither here nor there. It occupies a space between watchfulness and insomnia. Grey birds nest on its roof.His house is a refuge from everything except himself. The floor, walls, roof are fat with him.…
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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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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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One of his operas was confiscated when he couldn’t pay a hotel bill. He ended up in a mental home, demented from syphilis.
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I took a left, it's less safe
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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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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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You can have two threes, or three twos. I hear the beat both ways. It goes back and forth in my head, like magic, transforming from one to the other and back again. And I am learning the basics of music theory, and painting geometric shapes with primary colors. I am…
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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while the fat stars stand out in the cobalt night.
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Green hands
wave
in freezing water.
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Every night she waited for that magical hour when her breath was quick and her heart was loud rushing in her ears 8:04 or sometime 8:20 either way she knew the voice she would hear of her beloved was coming any minute now and so she was…
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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at the front of the bus/ sways a white-veiled woman:/ gnarled hands upon/ a bag of palms,
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Whatever you have,/
we can monetize it
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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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I'll always remember those warm, weekend twilights on the beach after the frolic of the waves seemed to flatten with the impending dusk, sending the surfers home and, after the bait was spent, sending the surfcasters away, I'd claim a square of sand as my stage,…
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Dawn is a grey mass, what is left of the night's chill slips between my t-shirt and belly skin. Somewhere else you once wrote that being loved when you don't love in return equals rape.
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