1220 15 8
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I haven't felt my soul leave my body
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122000
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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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122032
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They call me Curiosity and I am curious. I am also a robot. Please. Don't judge me. Robots are not all stupidly obedient, bubble headed twits with whirring gears, lithium batteries, and nanocrystalline electrodes. I have a temperature. I have self-monitoring…
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122000
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“Eat up, little brother” Jack called out from his end of the table. “The food will make your blood dance. It will be eager to mix with Helen’s.”
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122074
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One day, he decided instead to be-pet them,
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1220128
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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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1220149
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... and August's drought/
will yellow lawns, singe the shrubs,/
and amplify cicada song.
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122042
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blue plexiglass skateboard is holding the light of a turmeric sun. jacob turns it this way and that and lets it sit on its side atop parking curbs. denim legs canvas feet. looking down sign ridden streets and squinting. sometimes sun showers leak out. cotton…
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1220141
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The author's note explains...
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122021
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The sky was dressed in a wedding gown. The hooves of my horse clicked like consonants on the stone of the butte.
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122000
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122020
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Miriam smiled as I entered through the old, creaky metal front door of her home. She sat still, face marked of deep wrinkles, tense with the pain only another cancer patient would understand. In that soft, sweet, melodic voice, she greeted me. '"Hello Ms. Monica, I've been…
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122000
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“Gaudy talking, ordination, high finance and politicking won’t save you. Moshaka zumbrala!” screamed Pastor Cleon Wrunk.
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122085
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Small stones/
skipped across/
still water ripple
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121954
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The renegade states- Virginia, Georgia,/
Texas, and the rest- should have lost their names
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1219138
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Humanity comes without a choice
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121921
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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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121920
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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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121921
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We woke up and we were whirlpools of spilt turquoise oil / with wings for flying
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121921
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Ben’s tactic for diverting Monique’s thoughts from the encounter with Zoë and the horrific episode in his dressing room was to dance, dance, dance.
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121911
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That night Magdalene dreamt about Jesus.
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121944
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in moving cars i am small;
in moving cars i am invisible.
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121911
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The old-timers at the Working Man’s Club wear a sheen of indifference every Wednesday night. Beneath the wafting, cresting mountains of burning cigarettes smoke, the train-track rattle of dominoes chipping at the dark wood tables in the corner, the consta
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121954
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I have constructed this emotion with tinfoil and stilts. I wear the mask of a typewriter. I have roots in Minnesota. I have a glass hat and a junkyard monstrosity pregnant with parables.
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121900
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This is like getting a hand full of black slugs as a gift.
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121811
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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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1218128
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fog settles over the mountain laying a ghostly blue shroud
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121831
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121896
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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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121820
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It's going to be expensive, but it's booked and I am going to enjoy every single minute of it.
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