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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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And so, many ideas and stories and wonders crash onto the shores of my conscience...
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Number the herd. Number/
the baskets after harvest./
Note the reappearance of the moon/
after its short absence.
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A man walks on the moon my mother knew at Purdue.
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I'm writing you this letter displayed on a carved cherry flute. I'm sending it along through a poem's fully licensed cloud of incense; the only delivery system I can still hitch up for long distance pitching. I'm writing you a letter you'll probably…
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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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You think about bears and it gives you a headache? Don’t give them that power.
You see bears and it gives you a headache? Don’t run. Don’t walk but don’t run.
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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…
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We believe in our love storyin spite of the ferocious efforts ofserial bankerseverywhere to discourage us from looking our damned nearprettiest if we really feel like it. I meangranted they do do their ugly troll dogimpressions of…
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proper words fail to get proper points across . . . truthful words have no beauty,/beautiful words have no truth.
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The intergenerational composition of many vacation rentals can lead to strife, as jokes that win laughs among the elderly fall flat on teen ears, and the satirical humor of adolescents is perceived by senior citizens as “flip”.
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The three kings decide to leave their kingdoms, all on their own without family, retainers, armies or servants, and wander about the middle east carrying valuable items.
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Roaming beetles
knitting needles
chopstick counter attack.
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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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A ten-ton bus with ill-manners going slow
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You slit your eyes and flick your cigarette in front of an oncoming car. I see how easily you could be that oncoming car.
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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Roanne awoke on the livingroom couch with the usual willies dancing in stomp time inside her. She blinked, looked around. The room was a mess, with clothes strewn hither and yon on the floor and the chairs and TV. On the walls, rock stars,…
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She couldn't see what was actually there—the landscaping. All she could see were dollar signs, thousands of them suspended in mid-air, floating over each new plant, each well-placed sprinkler head, every curve of terraced orderliness on the hillside. She…
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He stood in the doorway of his mother's house. The doorway that separated the living room from the kitchen. Out of habit, he picked at the wallpaper. He had done this for years as a kid. Anytime a corner pulled up, he started tugging. Just a…
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Urban skunks want to visit your neighborhood and be bold in your neighborhood.
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He will later claim he knows nothing of the girl’s disappearance and that I was the last one seen with her, which will unfortunately be true but not the real story…
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That September, he had enjoyed drinks in the company of now-dead utopians.
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What happens in life when no one is watching?
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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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In the tang of winter warm
and summer cool,
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or.
Have you ever contemplated smashing someone's face to The Stooges' Fun House?
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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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