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here, winter

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a day so brittle

Zen Yoga Mind Over Body Food Prep Hair Net

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See the hair Know the hair Remove the hair

Shirley Ave.

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What can I offer you, White Moon?This full night lays black before your stoic assent—and Ibreathe my final breath, frantic—for you. I wait, damned,a bestial lover in the broken dark of the variety market, whisperinga word of forgiveness to an empty window. I…

Convenience

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I drove all night, but there weren’t nothing Roy Orbison about it. I’d been driving and around lunchtime I just thought I might stop by Shona’s place.

The Palisades

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These are not the caffeinated men of barbaric lore.

War ; a fragment

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Lela, my grandmother.

Give Me Back My Albert Hall

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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”

Wanderer and The Temple

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the odd stone stands/taller than trees/it protrudes from the young forest/an old mecca but smooth

The Room of Doors

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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.

Dust to Dust

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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.

Epithalamion

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They talk but they don’t really / talk

Cat crunch

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I barely scraped the sleep out of my eyes when I heard the shrill crying from outside the kitchen window, and I recalled one of the many reasons cats can't be trusted. You see, they're evolutionarily wired to imitate the sound of a crying human baby, so when they…

Christmas Presents

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There’s something Dad’s been telling us that I don’t think is true

specter in transit

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at the front of the bus/ sways a white-veiled woman:/ gnarled hands upon/ a bag of palms,

The Semaphore of Civilization

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We're alone and besieged / by badness.

Full Moon

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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings

Precipitants

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we’ll never win/ the ongoing battle with dirt.

Adaptation

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At night, we’d sleep in our usual spots on the edge of the bed - Becca on the left, me on the right with Hanna in the middle as before the accident.

No Ideas but in Things?

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Forgive the doctor/ his hypocrisy -

Citronella Socks

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a cat named email..

Left On The Scrap Heap

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Daylight and cold sensed as an abstract, a number in my mind. Air thin, polluted, lacking oxygen. But the Recyclers are at it again.

Linda Vs. Sound

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Normally, after her shift, Linda would make herself a latte, untie her apron, and study at one of the tables. That evening, however, KEXP kept playing songs with grating guitar riffs, and loud laughers were everywhere. She chugged her coffee, burning her tongue. Then, she…

Violet Hour

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“My name is Violet,” I add. I am trying to stop lying. Going without cigarettes has been easier.

BEFORE WINTER

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The night before, his dad had stumbled in drunk and beat his mother. John had covered his ears with his pillow to block out their screams.

exile on and off the road

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had I gotten home without knowing it? well . . .

architecture

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you look like the insides of my cheeks chewed.

Credenza

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Now the house is empty of romance except a potted flowering plant from my mother for Valentine's Day. No man has set foot in my museum since I moved here. One man has set foot. The owner's brother to see about the gasket under the toilet. The Comcast installers, twice. The…

The Forgotten Children...

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His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.

Candle Smoke Wishes

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“The minute I stopped wondering about the meaning of life is when I finally started enjoying life.”

Thanatos Collective

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the cocksucking of strategic death planning