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For here in the vortex are no other laws, Than separate towards you I and skirting stone- To wards where wavelets purr against their pause A moment more, to yawn to omicron… Inside the seashell orchard's whirl-quick floor- Come all at once to me or…
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(Originally appeared in Fourth Genre, April 2011) The waiting room of the Rosenfeld Cancer Center in Abington, Pennsylvania is my new home away from home, and I'm eager to prove it. When I step on the ridged, black rubber welcome mat and the sliding…
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Initially, she had no hopes about his impending arrival, scrawny as he was, until realizing that, because he was a boy, because he was new around here, he might want to wrestle.
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You want to be there, but not noticed. Alive, but not too alive. Because that's how you feel every day. Like an apology with legs.
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Every day the trains transported the young and successful and the not so young and less successful who belonged to the five buildings.
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Is: soozly, soggly, 'shrooms and shrimp, chickens and eggs-dropped, skinny brown smooths,snappyish peas and humblestumblingin hothappy broth.
These flinging…
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You climb on a stool, drink off the first glass without coming up for air. Man, that tastes good!
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The last time they made love she could feel the hint of pain and loss which would become her.
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Others climbed
trees for a
hopeful sighting.
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If all the world had one neck, I would have clenched my hands around it and squeezed until everything went black.
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On the eve of celebrating their patron saint at the public house, one of his particularly cabbaged mates was bold enough to ask him about his cranial deformity.
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Cheater was a Goblin. He carried a long knife, not quite a sword, but more than your average pocket blade.
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I was good-looking, marketable and ambitious. And that never hurt anyone cracking it big ...
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“I found a recipe on the net and now my hair smells of pumpkin.”
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Instead of these gew-gaw ‘signs’ you waffle about, I will give you reality
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“Mescaline occurs naturally in our bodies, you know,” I said.
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“We don’t drop litter. Pick it up.”
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I doused back three Buds in the time it took him to detest a variety of subjects including the naivety of quantum physics and pregnant women.
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The field opens up to us like something born.
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‘In terms of relationship, I am your Father – my name is the Emperor’.
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Slipstream features strange events in a typical world whereas New Weird features typical events in a strange world.
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The grenadier moans in his sleep. He’s making love with a dead brown woman. A small, bone thin woman with heavy milk
full breast. A dead child’s milk.
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There were trees where I lived
and clean pavement
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I ate a novel. I digested a film reel. I vomited poetry.
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They were a family, now, these three: child, widow, widower.
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This is where he died, she says to me, and points to the damp pavement. Her hair is wet, and slicked against her neck. The humidity is making everything engulf her. The sleep shorts I bought her last July are loose on her now, but between the rain and
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I lay on grass warmed by the sun Somehow the breeze finds Its way between my toes I gaze at your beauty Standing alone in between Blades of green grass Is Shasta My Daisy I watch you dance As the wind teases and blows I watch you stand tall …
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Kelly looked at her screen. Did she really just type that? Is she really going that cliche? Apparently so. She sighed. "Well I can't erase it for fear of losing words so I might as well just go with it."
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(originally appeared in Lit Up)http://litupmagazine.wordpress.com/poetry/rusty-barnes/Remind me never to call youagain after you get home late,for the familiar fear of the deadbolt noise,the shifty creak of your linoleum floor,the way you throw your jacket overthe sofa and…
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my foreign mouth embarrassed the teachers. my jumbled words gave people sad faces. so wrong these words of mine. even the mentally retarded girl would not talk to me. just looking at my garbled mouth made her slap herself. and my writing. oh no. my writin
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