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I'm standing on a toilet, trapped behind a stall. Watching Father U mop up the blood.
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136622
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He said, “It was only after I broke my neck and even like maybe a year later that I really started realizing that I had something to say.”
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13651310
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I realize that to say, "I do not believe in God" is footsteps away from "I do not rely on God" and "God left me."
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136500
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Her Facebook profile was bursting with persistent prenatal posturing. She adored the adoration. And now Mrs. Davison’s pregnancy was almost over. This was her big, overblown, look-at-me-everyone, mind boggling finish!
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136511
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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136500
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an island hidden in the sound holds treasure
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1365113
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She called for land usage to fulfill a social function, to provide an affordable and sustainable way of life for all.
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136511
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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136511
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Opportunity, says Webster, is a, "favorable juncture of circumstances." In my Oxford book of quotations, there are seven famous lines about opportunity. Seven – that’s it! There are twenty-seven regarding failure. Seems it's been easier for the great
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136521
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Michiko never telephoned Frank from Washington or Chicago.
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136533
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irretrievably we tell ourselves stories
irretrievably as beaded water slides off our skin
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136500
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each vertebra is a golden cavalier, brave in upright vigilance; stoic heroes.
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136500
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The bedroom was still as our conversation dissolved into a heavy silence broken only by the ticking of the clock on her night table and the occasional sob that hadn't yet been swallowed in her pillow. I stubbed out my cigarette and leaned forward in…
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136520
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How many years has he dreamed he would be home again?
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136500
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136501
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“Hi, I'm Mike, and I don't wanna work ... Wanna play foos?”
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136423
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I, Seer of the Stars, Cartographer of the Cosmos, / measure my mass, and to whom do I owe this woe...
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136444
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I will always remember that
picture of you in your
bright blue summer dress,
with your arms spread out
against a wooden fence in
Central Park.
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136481
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If you had a choice, be a poet or not,
I’d suggest prose for the lines that you jot.
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136475
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Just a lot of honking and hissing.
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136444
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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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136462
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I smell ham and biscuits
I ain't eatin' Triscuits
No more
No more, no more
Gonna get back on my Harley
With my mutt named Bisquick Charlie
I just ain't eatin’ Triscuits
No more, no more
And I heard you know the score
Yeah, I know you
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136452
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She didn't know why she thought the ring wouldn't fit her finger, but it slid on easily and effortlessly, coming to rest in the old familiar place it always had, the groove that had worn in her finger after seven years of wearing it. She hadn't worn it in a few months,…
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136465
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"Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels."--William Carlos WilliamsThere is something beautiful I want to say to you that doesn't seem to make much more sense in a box of clever words like this one. It feels closer to…
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136463
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It's lunch in the car time at 5:30 pm
The car sits next to the mattress delivery truck
in hope of receiving a blanket of shade
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136422
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I whispered, “I love you”
and then, “Goodbye”
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136410
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There's one graveyard for the part-timers and another for the full-timers. Ours is a little nicer, but we're still all going to hell. Do you remember St. Petersburg? No, you're memory's not that good.
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136431
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There is something preposterous /
about existing in a universe so vast: /
Such a big playground for such tiny children, /
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