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the marriage of heaven and hell & their cat

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It is hard

Homonyms Explicated

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

Cow & Fly

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If I can eat a cow...

The Poet's Mark

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Often I want to kiss their lips Drink in every word they have written

Five Million Yen: Chapter 73

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The pawnbroker sat behind bulletproof glass at the rear of the display area, a veritable potentate of hope and cash, exchanging expendable items for derisory cash.

The Bison's Alimony

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The bison know a lot about Longfellow

Preacher Alphonse Jicklo

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Samson was also somewhat in hopes that his son Jason would become engaged in this minor capitalist enterprise and 'turned around' in his life.

August, now and after

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I'll see her this fall, a redhead in camo

Breaking And Entering

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Do you know what it is to crave something? Of course you do. But this was different. This was beyond craving.

A Rare Meteor Shower

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Now, as we sat on lawn chairs / on the balcony to watch the meteor shower

SUNRISE

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There is a false dawn, when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.

Guess I'm Finally Over You - song

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All this broken glass in the road Tells the longest story l have ever told Of how you lost your life and I my love And how you still go wandering above I don't know how I can return To the planet where we used to thrive Along this broken

Blades of Grass

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What are the odds of August rain in Texas?

The New Poetry

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The new poetry comes in shining metal boxes covered in glass so you can peer in.

Warm Sand And Black Heaven

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He met her at midnight just off the plane and they sized each other with silent growing awareness that no matter what might transpire in distant tomorrows, each served here now as passports to magic and lands far away. On the…

Yearning

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He’d've been up there belting out the hymns then bickering with the vicar after.

remembering

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I remembered because the man took us to see the horses. I didn't see something that set off a series of memories. I only saw the stables and the moon sitting pensively below the firmament. I looked at these and there was spaciousness between the moon and the stables and…

Music Boxes

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Mom would dig through one of her music boxes to pick out Saturday morning's cleaning jams. Tattered, battered Payless shoeboxes with lids ripped to shit, filled to capacity with piles of cassettes; greatest hits albums, mostly, or Time Life compilations of mid-to-late…

eve

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she lays there wrapped in his baseball sheets

Further Conversation with the Author

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“After your death is confirmed,” I assured him, “a hardcover first edition of your books, will sell for millions at auction in New York.

Sisters

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Jo was tailored, Amy was frivolous with ribbons and bows, Meg was plain and sensible; and Beth, who was ill and had no costume changes, wore the same nightgown throughout the dress-up session.

The Prodigal Son

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A minute later, a shadow appeared across the left-hand page of the book.

The Judge's Wife Part 7

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—A little blood puts some life into the work, said the old artisan smiling.

Literary Intercourse

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Meaning is harder to sell, unless it’s an analysis of why there is a Justin Bieber.”

Free Magic Lessons

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" No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: he may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing."--T.S. EliotI think, okay now I know, the poem's starting to wear off. But I'm alive, at least…

Away From the River

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Tiny poem

Epic struggle between right and wrong...

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The day was yesterday, November 11, 2010. I was home from work, and I pulled my car into the driveway. I stopped short of the garage to get out of the car and get the daily mail. Bills and unwanted coupons for places I didn't go and for items I don't…

The Last Days of Summer

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Their laughter is of a tiny world that knows nothing of taxes or lost loves, or news reports of flag-draped coffins filled with limbs.

The Prompter

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Here is a not remembering

I Must Want it. No, I Must Need It.

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She rubs her head into mine...