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Behold the New Day That Allows the Rabbit Hole to Disappear

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For hours and hours she swirled, and swirled some more. She was trying to be there for everyone, yet no one realized how much pain they were causing her. Some of them had thrown invisible darts of anger all day, and she had endured each one, because she c

Five Million Yen: Chapter 53

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I am beleaguered by duplicity.

Irrational Obligations

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Irrational Obligations In honor of National Pi Day Any excuse for a circle, a way to pinch the day. They are calling it something like a celebration only with bigger words and too many numbers to count. We'll have to approximate the amount of joy …

Summer, finito

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one season slips into another

Philip and Gene

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Our lives are lived backward in memory...

Arcana Magi Memorial Vol.5 - c.1

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Azure analyzed her surroundings. There were potted plants along the walls. It reminded her of the dormitories at Memorial Academy. Each room had a number.

Here is the thing. No one knows what it (actually) represents

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beyond knowing that when it hits you, you've been very much run over, and flattened like a stack of cardboard pancakes. I've seen it all before, and it works all right I guess. But my oh my, my, my oh thank you Jesus, to…

Isn't It Funny How Some People Don't Think They're Contemptibly Stupid?

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Sunday Morning Series- 5: On Divine Intervention

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What does God find abhorrent?

Assiduity Twenty Six

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Uzma and Luv are . . .

Lucid Sleep

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In my dreams, I feel my dreams fade away.

you are the stem that rises

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In my dream I am the showy leaf, and you are the stem, and you are the strength. I am the leaf turning colors, my face flushed, the fine hair at my neck, and there is the deep carnal twisting around your stem that sends me floating to the ceiling over a

A Pleasant Fiction

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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.

In The Place Between

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We played and had joy. As the seasons changed in that peripheral world, we did not feel it. We only saw the snow a bit, only felt the wind a bit, we were not really in it. We still kept ourselves busy. There was something that I did begin to notice. I cou

Backhand

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"You are stuck in the past like the jiggling leather of that wrestler's skin."

Homonyms Explicated

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right/rite: Your touch smooth as impulse/ Swaying my mind

The Sun from Under Water

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There was a thing she liked to do in the pool—after running and sweating—and that was to exhale as much air as she could stand, then hold her nose and sink to the bottom and just look up at the surface of the water, the way the sun hit it, the way the liq

Feb 5

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He peels the garlic while I stir the lentils; he chops the cilantro while I peel kale leaf from stem. Also, the rings. Also, no one is going anywhere.

(2) 77 Words (pcs.)

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The sometimes shiver that arrives from awkward silences and the more often cold that comes from midwestern winters.

With Respect to a Fellow Poet

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We do not all love each other for the sake of our shared art, apparently.

The Little Dalai Lama at Grand Central Station

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He followed me through the crowds at Grand Central Station. Wherever I went, there he was, half my height, dressed in the characteristic gold and maroon garb, with a paper cup of coffee in his hand. He must have sensed something about me. Th

Song: Three Good Hubcaps, music by Tom Casesa

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Deity

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On this day, a blinding sky holds ribbed reams of clouds, staccato against staggering blue.

Closest Living Relative

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Uncles. Cousins. Enos. No matter how loosely a net is woven, eventually the strands come together again.

Brocades

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The creatures were thief-walking...

The Things I've Lost

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I might have avoided all of this trouble if. . .

twitter quitter

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you can reach me at hashtag this!

My Bossa Nova Years

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It is no coincidence that the bossa nova craze coincided with the years in which I achieved my greatest romantic success--first through sixth grades.

This Is How Far It Is

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How long has this been going on? the admitting nurse asks.

gravelortian part 5

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papa wants to dance - the future is so bright - feel good all the time baby