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“You've got to be kidding me. A robot?”, said Marge as she rotated in the chair at her desk. She removed the leaf of paper from the typewriter and set in down on the desk. She looked up at Parkins who was leaning against the wall nursing a cold cup of…
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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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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my pilgrim tongue
on the map of
your body
seeks sanctuary
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Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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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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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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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…
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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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It is not rough like most grappa, but smooth like good whisky. It removes all edges, freezes the tongue and erases the memory.
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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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communication/
with the dead
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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There’s a room
Full of white
And it smells
Like bleach and
Iron
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The retina was burning, the liquid had dried up, and the veins bursting. My eyes bled. But I kept them open. The sound was like nails on glass, screeching endlessly. Coming close to me louder, harder, faster.
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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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No one would have picked me out of a crowd as the morbid one, but it was true that thoughts of easy exits floated through my consciousness regularly.
I did my research—the easy methods, painless, guaranteed methods—and felt prepared to do, well, w
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whatever weaknesses you displayed//
as empathetic human fellow traveler,/
your command of English survives you,//
on into the last echoes of the human/
once we’re gone.
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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He adopts a stance known as Part the Wild Horse’s Mane but calls it a different name--the Part the Hair of the Skanky Barmaid for a Bleachjob position.
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
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we’ll never win/
the ongoing battle with dirt.
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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 ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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