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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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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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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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"Already he is running and flying to the center of the world" - Mircea Eliade, about what a shaman is up to, under his mask.
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Marcia
Get a load of
This
I got two pictures
Of food
Of food
Marcia
You're gonna
Love it
Look at this
I got one
Of just the salt and
Pepper shaker
God
You're gonna
Love this
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III. Through wheelwind crypts of mystery, through…
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All the baby monsters are being born on stage.
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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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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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The man was sitting at his makeshift kitchen table. He was forty-five years old. He wore his mortarboard with tassel whenever he left his home. Once inside either a reputable establishment or one generally considered less so, he was sure to take off his m
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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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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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Between the commercials, the local news is rampant with fusillade of bullets going raving mad, driven by some Machiavellian brainfuck, or bombshells smiling down with angels in black; emoticons of solid metal and pride. But you would put your faith in…
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removing oneself sometimes occurs only on the page
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I noticed Sean changed after his grounding. We no longer played night soldiers around the block, no longer biked to the creek to catch crayfish he'd crush with his boots. Sean stopped hunting lizards, stopped charging smaller kids toll to pass…
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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kindergarteners
sent to class with
Uzis
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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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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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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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The Black night reached under his shiny silk jacket
And touched the steamy leather of his holster.
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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.
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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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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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. . . 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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Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.
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You welcome the new girl by putting a message on her back. I breathe harder until she pops or until you ask me what I’ve seen or until you see my hand turn into a fist.
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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