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The Phoenix Asks the Turtle-Dove if He Can Get a Drop of Water: After Shakespeare — In the style of Ted Hughes Let the bugling bird come up that burst a big loud lay, On the solitary tree of old Arabia (sound its thunder!):…
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I returned to Minnesota from Montreal a week ago to realize that my sweetheart in Manhattan had hired a Ukrainian escort.
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Those eyes – they held a lost blue sadness that enveloped her and stopped her mid-movement.
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Mulvihill suspected, but could not prove, that the connection to all three murders and the three men was a painting
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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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In his head the moment would have been different.
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so here we all are/
deep in debt
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Poets die every day but are seldom in position to put the experience to literary merit.
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decline the proffered hand
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I took Annie to the zoo, and the tigers got out. The little tigers, that is. Cubs.
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today
somewhere by water
this photograph of a woman
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It had been a long night, a hard night. The sky had been filled with blackened clouds, patters of wind snapping and whipping like a pirate's flag hung at full mast. Rain beat…
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My obituary wasn't in the morning paper, so I headed to Target.
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I'm mucked now for sure. No one's going to discover my difficult poems in a locked away desk drawer somewhere after the dying fact. I remember how it feels to be knocked out by someone standing next to me in a simple white dress. This…
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[YOU BETTER BE READY FOR THIS!]
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They heard Chu’s voice, he was lying ten feet away, his skull opened up.
“Find my change,” was all he was saying. “I left my change around, look for it."
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My name's Barbara and don't call me Barbie if you want to be my friend.
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Emma held her arm up to John’s eyes. He looked, nodded. “My burns are on the inside,” he told her. “I’ll never show you.”
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Meeting the past an inevitable outcome (this inside a future fortune cookie). Shame pierces her like a sudden migraine.
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Lips touch briefly at first
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I’m crouched behind my apartment window, practically going crazy.
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I find that I am keeping silent more often. I don't like repeating myself.
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The sun was a red beet and it waited low in the sky but I didn't know for what reason. You could look right at it and forget for an instant about tenement buildings and hydro lines, or the dirty city in general. I tied my shoes and got some water…
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It was an unseasonably warm day in early spring when I first saw the man in the treehouse. The boys had just climbed onto the school bus, the older with shoulders hunched, weighted down with the gross unfairness of his early adolescent life, the younger still scribbling…
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i hope that day comes sooner rather than later.
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in moving cars i am small;
in moving cars i am invisible.
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At first he thought it was a cat she was holding, swathed in a white, fleece blanket
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“Okay, here is a wild idea. Let's each choose outfits from the second hand store for the other to buy and wear to a bar for a drink..."
Famous second to last words?
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We all heard the audible skill you had, speaking smoothly of our lives, saying audibly what has driven us, who are huge with night, rising with its origin inside, and clear water running past, beyond, behind, and after us.
To honor, to fear utteranc
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Many colored eyes move slow
between the mirror and my heart,
begging questions.
I offer no explanation.
None suffice to breed either my content or theirs.
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