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I dig with no light to guide the aim of my shovel but the stars peeking through the trees which are fuller now then when you went away.
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Popular wisdom would have it that heroin addicts are some kind of cross between vampire menace and low-rent cartoon.
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They wink at me as if to share/
a cosmic joke whose punch line’s still/
a couple dozen light years out
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fog settles over the mountain laying a ghostly blue shroud
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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HE DREAMED THAT NIGHT OF A SMALL BLACK CHILD LYING INJURED IN THE STREET, UNABLE TO CRY OUT
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Tread acres and acres of aches
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What if she doesn't take me seriously? My sweaty testimony wedged tight behind the tragic I used to think was honest? What if, right? What if . . . Isolation Real men feel that, right? They have …
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When I was nine years old, I fell through the rotting
boards that covered my grandmother's cesspool and nearly
drowned.
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They were afraid that the spiders would crawl up their slim, u-shaped gaps and get inside them. He wasn’t sure how it would happen to her, just that it was possible
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Left by a melting snowbank: Cup lids, pine needles, a cairn of dog shit, And the grey soggy shape Of an eyeless winter bird. His breast is an old accordion Gone to rot in an old…
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I love you, I said. A beautiful smile struggled through the pain. But I love you more.
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It was an autumn day, late in the afternoon, a Tuesday, when the last murderer died. There was no official announcement. Indeed, she and her crime had been forgotten. Pancreatitis, her cause of death. Quite treatable, the cancer. Nothing could be done for the gene that…
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Antique pens better allow an old soul to express what needs expressing.
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The way I figure it, mom wasn't worth a shit. I'd cry when she hit me but she'd just keep pounding. When I was seven, she burned a hole in my back. It happened one day at the fair. We were walking around. She didn't have any money so all we could do was walk. I had…
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Over the last 30 days we have seen a radical decrease in our revenue stream. Our Q3 earnings fell dramatically short of what we had projected, and as a result the leadership team has had to look at some difficult cost-reducing measures.
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And so, many ideas and stories and wonders crash onto the shores of my conscience...
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I'm re-invented on Main St. every single day.
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There it was
One abandoned high heel shoe on the sidewalk
Could have been
Some kind of robbery
Though
Maybe it was just
The beginning of the
Walk of shame
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My memory is like tracks in the snow. My memory is cookie dough. My memory is dirty tube socks.
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What do you do
when a Shirelle asks you
if you’re in the mood to dance?
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The renegade states- Virginia, Georgia,/
Texas, and the rest- should have lost their names
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“Everyone you see is half asleep. And you're on your own, you're in the street.” -John Lennon What we can muster now is a few choice words of humor, but unfortunately that won't show them anything that they haven't seen…
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I have hate and it is black not midnight, crisp fresh clear. Unadulterated. It is dirty, poor, gritty solid rough like unripe stone fruit. A peach, mealy and dry. The killing, effete, endures. Silent, my repugnance, sick, eats…
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She approached him submissively, face down, eyes hidden by hair that moved with every shift of the current.
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They pull up to the curbside and he jumps out
to shake the hands in that familiar men’s
grasp/shake they do when saluting each other.
If that isn’t his daughter it should be, the one
sitting in his car, with her door wide open.
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I wanted those jelly rolls so bad I could scream
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