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III. Through wheelwind crypts of mystery, through…
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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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130100
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We pull up under the port cochère (which I am NOT allowed to call ‘the car tent’, even though I built it) just as the front door opens. Jackson, our eldest, saunters out with a dish rag over his bare shoulder like he owns the place.
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130100
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a white rabbit with a dirty monocle and a straw hat regarded marsha from the grass at the edge of the mud.
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130100
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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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130111
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130111
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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130121
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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 was sitting there drinking with Paul at the bar, and it was a Friday night and I was I was feelin good. I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and I had a few drinks and food in me, and I able to that on da cheap, which felt good. And Paul…
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130176
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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1301159
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far beyond the far beyond
sparkles the stars like sparkles
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130100
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“It's a combination of ‘Survivor' and ‘College Bowl' says Sister Mary Agnesita, the show's host. “We take four very strict nuns and match them up with boys who were cut-ups in their grade school classes."
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Two girls, twelve years old, run down San Pedro Avenue past the market, the middle school, seven driveways, their small chests heaving. The smooth soles of their Mary Janes keep slipping on the gravel driveways. Two men in a rust-orange van bear…
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130121
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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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130187
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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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130132
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Frank met Angelique Brody on the street in front of his building.
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130110
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i could smell it,
my scalp split on
that same damn nail,
i hammered down 20 times,
it kept coming loose
that warped floorboard
i never should have tacked in
when i built this house.
it always squeaked
at the base of the stairs
when i snuck
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130184
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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130144
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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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1301158
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But even if the truth
Never sets me free
I'll know this ain't the end of me
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130060
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The arid paramour,
your breath is hot, dry, cedar.
I sweat you corpus fluids and salt
and the unnamably impure.
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130022
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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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130043
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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130052
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Someone desperately dials a number.
Iris, draped tight.
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130032
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A parody of John Ashbery I have been preconditioned likewise by the ligatures of the roof. It has bypassed even the lightning. When I started this essay I (poetics equalling dissemination, like a toilet plug) admired, and I in the book produced…
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130000
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No one wanted to bear witness
to this grand emasculation
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130084
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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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130000
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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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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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