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Excelsior - A poem in 9 parts (Post 5 of 5)

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VIII. Towards Affinities, Beyond My love, since I saw you last, since before we reached the chamber, I cannot count the quasars which have passed, but there still gleams Time, Like a memory of a lost event unwitnessed, and this illusion Carried…

HIT AND RUN

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HE DREAMED THAT NIGHT OF A SMALL BLACK CHILD LYING INJURED IN THE STREET, UNABLE TO CRY OUT

My Great Sensitivity

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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…

Nineteen in '72

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bursting girl there is no moon

Karen's Song from 1967

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I had to go to the lost and fondue.

After the Hoopla

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It is imperfect,/ eroded by the optics// of light, space/ and orbital mechanics.

here, winter

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a day so brittle

The Thing on Marlow Street

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After all, if she could get through World War II with no more than a couple of letters and numbers on her arm, she could, sure as hell, get through this.

For my Unknown Love

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I still remember the old times when we were together. I wish I wouldn't have let you go. If you ever thought that we should be together, please come back.

Salt and Light

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As clever as clean bed sheets

Convoluted Title

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She came to him with her arms open and a smile on her face; the kind of smile that assured him everything would be fine. He longed for that smile for months now; seeing her wearing that smile that he…

Holding It In

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I really need to go to the bathroom.

This Is How Far It Is

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How long has this been going on? the admitting nurse asks.

The Immunodeficiency Of Our Collective Hearts

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a set of 4 poems

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 20

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Elaine Aster paced her office trailing a cloud of smoke of cigarette smoke.

gravelortian part 22

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This grey is going to kill me

The Skill in Gravity

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the ones that have seen the other seasons, let them set up the track

The Chair

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His thoughts drifted to when he was a kid, to the monthly trip to the barber.

Traffic, I'm in no rush.

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Traffic, no need to be in a hurry.

In Season

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He saw in her something fierce and wild and gently led her to his open palm...

Trouble behind, trouble ahead, and you know that notion's stole from the Dead

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...she shouted, “Benny!” and slowed down as a hand-lettered signboard proclaiming zukeeny appals cidar came into view

The Town Drunk

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“Living rooms,” said the town drunk, “are incapable of emanating.”

Mechanics

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Seems I was in the wrong place, wrong time.

The Fourth Prague Defenestration: 7

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The family castle, Krivoklat, pronounced something like sheevoklat, where my maternal grandmother’s family ran a hotel, was founded in 1109 A.D. (how long our family ran the hotel business is anybody’s guess, taken over by the Nazi’s, then the C

Same As You

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What would people say about me? He was immoderately adrift. Maybe pathologically narcissistic. A shame he dumped Gina, the best he ever did. In essence, a man-child.

The Time Traveler

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The Time Traveler had been gone but a minute, when Filby, combing his fingers through his ginger hair, turned to the Psychologist and proclaimed, “That’s the last we shall see of him.”

Stop Sign

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Made sense then, should have written it down - But I fell back to sleep instead

Puppet X, 8

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After too much I had forgotten how to fly. There was a small owl with me on the old dirt road by the wind. It was a very dark gray, like an ash. Its beak moved, it opened and shut, opened and closed, but I had also forgotten the language

Best blurb (pitch) -- and thanks, Sally and Prickly

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The author's note explains...

Zip 75248

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A stroll along the golf course rim reveals Polo-logoed litter. Could this be what they mean by white trash?