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F Bomb I am coming in like a blackbird. Like I'm going to tickle your mud. I am coming in carrying a half-sunk message backward. Is that your lonesome answer? I am coming in to sweep for all saints. 'Course I didn't just wake up…
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120033
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I imaged him at his mother's house, eating chicken and tabouli with her at her round marble table, leaning back and laughing, then reading my “love you” and excusing himself to cry in the bathroom.
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1200106
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We do not all love each other for the sake of our shared art, apparently.
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120082
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7.53Another morning ritual. Trying to fill the loose ends of time in the early morning is a task.7.54I've done about everything, too early to work and too late to go back to sleep. 7.55Trying to avoid the nausea of life at all cost. My mind is a snakepit, filled with…
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12001611
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On Monday, May 7, 2018, at the age of 67, I had a stroke.
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120041
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Monkey Business
Low Ceiling
Wagging Tongues
Guest Sweet
Murphy’s Law
Kinda Hot
Stopit!
Freedom Ring
Lumpy Oatmeal
Better Not
Butter Up
Grumpy Umpire
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120030
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On his knees in front of the transplant board, he pleaded for his ailing heart, spluttering on its last dying beats, to be replaced with a bomb.
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120000
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“You sure?” He nods. “Maybe it was pneuomonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.” Flash of a smile, sobbing laughter, like an abandoned seal.
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119986
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That is a six-word story. Notice that the meaning does not change with the word count. Syllabic count: pentameter (ten). Keep these commas.
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119942
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My boyfriend had to work but had gotten a turkey for free and thought I could make it for everyone for Christmas Eve dinner. I had never made a turkey before, and not much of anything else. Now if my sister had been there, it might have been a meal of cul
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119920
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"I need a male friend, and I think I've found one."
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119900
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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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119955
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The man who will lead you can be nothing
if not already found underneath the
light-heartedness of heaven, (dawn)
if not under the light-heartedness
of snow.
He would have to have happiness
already sewn into his soul.
He bears no burdens
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1199148
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In the evening the curtain recounts its day. Faces, images, incidents it has observed from the window. Its voice is nuanced, modulated, quivering, for it is made of lace. It appears to crochet its words with needle sounds. My eyes, during confinement, are not wide open, not…
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119931
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Since we are heading past the outskirts, we find ourselves with a hidden reserve of valor and ability. What is this ability? It is the way we look now at strange new clouds menacing and waiting. It is also the way we head forth into them and their environ
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119921
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It was in the good and strange middle spring and the rain kept announcing itself on the doorsteps and the railings of the town. As it bounced off of infrastructure and the top of eighteen wheeled trucks, rather than die little deaths, the drops found their way into the…
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119942
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We laughed like lords and lunatics
Our schematics stretched before us
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119953
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The cats sniff at the small opening,/
one by one, in a furtive casualness./
They think the outside air is sweet
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1199177
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the burning thrusts/
of yellow in defiance of the frost
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119942
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It was almost like I was dreaming, he is saying, my visit to the ruins of the factory that made the first Narrative Machines.
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119932
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It was May of my senior year in college. Everybody was coasting, knowing what they were going to be doing the next year, or that they’d be doing nothing. Except for one guy, Tom.
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119921
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There’s something Dad’s been telling us
that I don’t think is true
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119830
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The river was frigid. Branches, empty cans, and used condoms float past me.I lost my jacket when I became snagged on a tree branch. My shoes are gone. My skin is blue-grey, as are my lips and fingernails. I've been face-down in this river for two…
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119853
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You are nothing but a generic white man with average looks and intelligence, trapped in an indie romantic comedy. You sit in your overstuffed coffeeshop chair, drinking an impossibly befoamed cappuccino, the sleeves of your flannel rolled up to your elbows, mellow synth…
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119811
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On this day, a blinding sky
holds ribbed reams of clouds,
staccato against staggering blue.
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119811
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I scrambled back a bit and found my feet after untangling them from my trekking poles. Really should have dropped those when this all started. The bear lunged at me with his teeth and I just barely dodged to the left to avoid getting something bitten of
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1198118
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how much is downed/
to counteract the down/
with deeper down.
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119832
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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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119833
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my pilgrim tongue
on the map of
your body
seeks sanctuary
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