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Thin slices of ruby tomato, red onion, and green peppers joined the bacchanal, wilting in the bliss of chile and cilantro raining down on them.
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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I was a coward and didn’t want to get killed like Heimley. Heimley was a nut at high school. I saw him myself one night put his hand right through the windshield of this car he was working on, along with a monkey wrench. Sure, he was drunk, but th
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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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The sometimes shiver that arrives from awkward silences and the more often cold that comes from midwestern winters.
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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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with peaty aromatics, opened,/
and a welcomed sting, swallowed,
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The second time I watched him, I helped him carry her to the woods. [100 words].
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III. Through wheelwind crypts of mystery, through…
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What does God find abhorrent?
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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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He licks his lips and mouths the air, salivating, unashamed of his propensity for the round, pink grapefruit, the almost egg-shaped oranges, the firm, juicy tangerines.
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Before Uncle Max died of a heart attack, he had some words of advice for his only nephew and godson. Upon his death, as instructed, a package in brown paper arrived at Jeffery Glimson’s house on a warm June afternoon.
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I've been chasing something that cannot be caught.
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far beyond the far beyond
sparkles the stars like sparkles
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These are not the caffeinated men of barbaric lore.
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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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the moon tops the monolith
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Dead drunks sing Christmas/
songs-
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We do not all love each other for the sake of our shared art, apparently.
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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Stone-gathering became my job
by default. Digging the foundation, trundling the loaded wheelbarrow away from the site, yours.
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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how much is downed/
to counteract the down/
with deeper down.
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So what happensTo the VFWIn a global economyAnd the monumentsErected in reverenceAfter the boysWho became menCame back homeTo be fathersThen grandfathersGreat-grandfathersAnd start to fall awayAs the days creep byThat petty paceOf politics as usualFamily DiasporasAnd maybe…
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Ah, the nerve of hot-blooded youth! But the drinking age was only 18 in New Orleans, and we couldn’t resist the call of all that legalized drinking (even though I had fake I.D’s my roommate at Urbana had given me.)
You and I had already consecrated
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Forgive the doctor/
his hypocrisy -
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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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