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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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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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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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far beyond the far beyond
sparkles the stars like sparkles
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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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—Michiko, are you allergic to cats?
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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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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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All the baby monsters are being born on stage.
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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They’re young and haughty.
27’s still a long ways off.
They read about the famous,
not the dead.
Dusty dragonflies will not
land upon them,
and they are really only in love
with the dishwasher.
Now there’s a problem.
Poetry is dead,
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It's been almost two years since I bought it.
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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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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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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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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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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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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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"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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A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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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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the view is
breathtaking here.
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