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while the fat stars stand out in the cobalt night.
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138392
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i think god composed afternoons with crayons
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138241
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His only sibling had passed a few years back and his mother was the only one left of a gaggle of 7 brothers and sisters and their spouses. The turning of the generations, from birth to grave, was always a bit like the tilling of the ancestral soil. A new
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138200
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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Why do you lie? the old woman repeats when her mouth is not busy filling the waste bin. We sit as far away from her wheedle and wretch as the small waiting room allows. A young woman glares at us through the mental health clinic's safety glass…
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138285
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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138244
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Poems reflect their poets. /
Mine: ugly but loved. /
It is just as well.
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138264
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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138232
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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138194
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My time glass allocation nears its end.
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138186
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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…
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138141
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CALENTURE The horizon is marked with the still sculptures of dead gulls; A young man floats off slowly on the…
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138172
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The bus was almost empty, just me and an Asian girl who'd cleaned up some since I'd seen her. She was wearing a too-big T-shirt that said Freakuccino and writing in a notebook. If she remembered me she didn't say so I didn't either. Everybody sheds some…
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138152
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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138176
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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138155
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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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138154
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We are a city of overworked workers.
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He switched off the light. His wife was breathing softly. At her bedside he told her of her friends the roses, of the pretty carnation brooch he had pinned on her silk scarf, of her coquettish hat which fitted her so well. Small, simple and bright memories the heavy night…
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i waited for the moon last night for hoursfell asleep with the record player on and dreamedof rain running downgutters of sea glass housesthe sun nudged me awakeand she served me toasthe's not serious,she saidhe's half baked,full of…
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138100
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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138132
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I guess it was, you know, a daze thing: He, lightly drunk, turning red in parts of his head, in his cheeks mostly, and his chest, to which my eyes were drawn because of his v-neck douchebag shirt; and I, sleepy beyond belief, sustained like a zombie only
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138110
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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138161
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I am surprised that you’re not famous already. I remember sitting in your bedroom for hours just watching you while you wrote poetry. I was in awe of you, thinking you were going to be the next Dylan Thomas! Or Bob Dylan. Or Dylan Somebody! And I rememb
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138100
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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.
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138143
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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1381106
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Millennium jumped strumming lithium gum cumulative outnumber humiliated résumé jumpy instruments
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He slathered the glue on my scalp and talked non-stop about Harlem. Electrodes or nodes, I never asked which, would measure something inside my head. I doubt they actually did though, measure anything. I've had the pleasure of having wires glued to my skull before and have…
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