1219 8 7
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arrogant, sullen,/
supple and ambiguous,//
English seems the ideal tongue
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121900
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Megumi turned to the night sky. The moon was brighter than she ever saw. The argument got louder as her smile shrunk into sadness.
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121931
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"The food tastes kind of...off."
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121986
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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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121944
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Last night I decided to go through my bag of wind and sort things out. I'm a hoarder, and wind is no exception. I collect winds. I found two siroccos, five simooms, three foehns, eight Chinooks, ninety gales, thirty zephyrs, two nor'westers, a monsoon, a…
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121930
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I might have avoided all of this trouble if. . .
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121940
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You read my poems, Not because you like them, But just to find yourself, Mentioned in them.
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121900
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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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121900
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Rains came again and wore away at their flesh, revealing bone as white and sharp as sharks’ teeth.
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121900
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No one wanted to bear witness
to this grand emasculation
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121942
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Urban skunks want to visit your neighborhood and be bold in your neighborhood.
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121974
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Night LifeThen things started getting weird. I could give you a time frame but it was back when times didn't matter really, one hour as good as the next and the minutes used to be minutes not the digital counting that makes this crazy world now spin. Here was…
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121821
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Love is easy. Lazy. Fickle.
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1218168
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Rain and wind and the pecking of birds
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121864
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My supper consisted of no cheese
My marriage consisted of no violin
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121865
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We write in darkness. We love
in alleys. We breathe into beige
paper bags. Anything to mollify
the confusion. Anything to simplify
the math.
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121822
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I was so messed up
when you left me,
and I admit I went around
searching the faces
of the crowd
for the man who
filled your womb.
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121832
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"May I help you?"
She was beautiful.
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121885
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I know you probably don’t want to hear any more of this nudist stuff about my family and all, but this Reamer guy was a red-faced German boozehound if there ever was one. He married my brother’s ex-wife Beryl, after Harris left her to her cheap red jug wi
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121860
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I had a dream about you once. I don't know if I told you about it already or not. (If I did, I apologize.) I'm never quite sure who you're writing about in some of your stories (maybe a composite of everyone?) but I did hold you one more time. In my dream
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121898
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I'm pulled in by the music
like a rogue wave
and he has no idea I'm drowning...
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121877
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I saw the shiny dime . . . .
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1218105
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The light they love to hate so much is always pulsating within each life; the unbelievable color sword of what happens next when any two people find each other in their hearts and all pretense is somehow gone, for at…
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121833
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No, your clever costume won’t protect you.
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121832
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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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121800
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Loving himself. Loved by no one. Loving no one.
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121700
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121755
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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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121700
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Henry recognized the shoes. “There’s a little vampire came in with those on, but I last saw her over by the juice bar.” He couldn’t be bothered with Arthur’s “sections.” The club wasn’t that big that it had to be defined by sections.
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121701
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Ben gagged after shot-gunning the scotch. He hiccupped and it came back up through his nose. He grabbed a napkin and caught most of a shot and a half of Whyte & MacKay as it poured out his nose.
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