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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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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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Sometimes the dirt just stays dirt
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A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings
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kindergarteners
sent to class with
Uzis
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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the view is
breathtaking here.
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It's been almost two years since I bought it.
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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a soft wooden clatter, wind-battered reeds/bound to the banks of ditches rank,/ill-purposed waters slide into low swamps/whose waters into rivers seep and crawl.
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“The minute I stopped wondering about
the meaning of life is when I
finally started enjoying life.”
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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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See the hair
Know the hair
Remove the hair
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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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Technique, Technique, Technique, Technique, TECHNIQUE!
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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The possum is sneering with truth. I can smell the blood under his fingernails. He has seen it all, the backwoods distilleries and the back porch propane grilles. He has slept under the beds of whores and kings alike.
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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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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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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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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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"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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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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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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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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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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Outbreaks of mass communal dancing—sometimes referred to as “choreomania”—occurred in Europe with some frequency in Europe between the 14th and the 18th centuries.
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