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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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131841
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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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131832
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I’m sorry. We couldn’t fix the country
and left her a bigger mess than we found her
Oil leaking from her shores
earthquake batter all over her skin
We couldn’t fix her, and we’re sorry
You’ll find her wreck in tatters
at the bus st
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131833
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. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?
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131822
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"Which way ought we to go from here," he asked.
She smiled again, "that all depends on where we want to get to." He nodded but didn't laugh so she sighed and strolled around the room, tuning and looking and considering her options.
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131897
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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131832
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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131885
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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131842
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As the silence starts gashing I decide it's the moment to take all my thoughts for a walk; To a sound like a million lightbulbs shutting their fuses I resume my view, Across the sun-strobe streets with blind nightlamps; the safflower sun is lopped on its stalk …
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131810
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kindergarteners
sent to class with
Uzis
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131743
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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131721
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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131700
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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131722
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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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131742
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We laughed like lords and lunatics
Our schematics stretched before us
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131755
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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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131732
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Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
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131765
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"I don't know why you say good-bye, I say hello."--The Beatles Things fall from the clouds. Things fall from thefloor. Maybe through, maybe all the way.Everyone argues for their homeland.Someday I'd like to hold your hand. I'mstill dreaming. I hope it continuesto rain…
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131723
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I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
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131743
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131787
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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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131731
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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131742
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Standing there as you walked away from me that late March afternoon, in the park off Meridian Street, the spring tableau seemed
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1317158
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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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131645
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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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131600
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Oryn led Ragnorak to a window. It was darkened in the corners with only a red light over the Nocturne.
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131620
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By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.
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131610
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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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131610
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Then there she is, and she makes me love-sad; it's a vehement, absolute, hard love-sad no one else needs to understand, though they can see; it's an emotion so concrete it's felt from the chest, not from a tenuous concept called heart.
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