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"Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. It doesn’t mean anyone is to blame - It just is."
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89554
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He tells me that he thinks he reached out as he needed healing
and I wonder if I should diagnose him on the spot,
explain what years of therapy taught me about him.
I don't.
Instead I compliment a photograph of the pot plants he grows, organic,
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No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
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89532
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He paid the price for being a dick when he tried to write. The Muse did not care for violent behavior.
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89500
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He was pretty much packed, one large suitcase full, two crates of albums, one duffel bag. He had to leave room for the three riders he would pick up on his way, one in St. Louis, two in Columbia.
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89501
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Headsets screaming with suburban boredom
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89500
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I am brave, I am sexy, I am strong
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89431
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Thirty-seven stitches to sew your ear on, five more to close the skin above your eyebrow...
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89432
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It had been over three months since he’d left his home and started to walk. He’d kept a journal to begin with, but his book soon ran out of batteries. It was that sort of thing that had irked Neil at the start, but now he’d just let it slide down his back
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89411
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What it was for, didn’t matter. When Susan walked into Fred’s house every few weeks and start talking, he’d just nod and say, “Sure, I know how tough it is out there, baby.” Then they’d drink some wine and put on some music, and he’d give her a little mon
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89400
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I was in a bar waiting for a friend when two ugly women sat next beside me. When our eyes met, they gave me a smile. I smiled back out of courtesy. I wasn't in the mood to have a conversation not because they're unattractive, but my friend was horribly…
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89400
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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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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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"The path back to the living must not be made slippery by tears." (Mexican proverb)Marigolds blaze yellow under Oaxacan sun.Their slender necks stretch above fern foliage.Stars of this late October hillside, they drapetheir riches over the edges of terra cottalike…
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89475
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We are impressed and cheer them on/
in their struggle against the wild/
and unkempt ravages of nature
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89420
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forsake glass; structure; light;
the impermanence of here,
or there, or you, or i.
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89400
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We’re on the phone dead battery & I want this to last forever. The last thing I want to do is make decisions.
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89451
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When Veronica Lake died today of hepatitis, / he didn't blink an eye
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89433
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Nearly everyone knows of that celebrated poet’s story coming down to us from classical Greek mythology: the tragic tale of Orpheus and his descent into the underworld to rescue his beloved Eurydice. Well, there’s a much lesser known story of a legendary 7
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89432
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The drug that brought me here is orange and opposable as a thumb. Therefore, send me a dollar and I will swim in your beautiful gaze like a new experience. We can be caviar together and create metaphors for the stars.
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89486
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“Outis of Utopia” my found name! / I'll inscribe it soon as the tide goes out.
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89321
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seven birds on the wire turn in unison to the right
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89311
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So what happensTo the VFWIn a global economyAnd the monumentsErected in reverenceAfter the boysWho became menCame back homeTo be fathersThen grandfathersGreat-grandfathersAnd start to fall awayAs the days creep byThat petty paceOf politics as usualFamily DiasporasAnd maybe…
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89300
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Ben watched Monique disappear into the first-class cabin. It didn’t seem likely that he would see her again after this flight.
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On my way home that first night, I stopped off at a liquor store on San Pablo Avenue and bought a semi-expensive ($2.98) bottle of zinfandel, a real luxury for us. But I figured I would have a paycheck coming and wanted to celebrate my getting a real jo
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Upstairs, in a room where some years later, the occupant would be murdered by his lover, I sat in my skivvies in an armchair and wondered if I should call my wife.
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are speaking clear enough, through their open and bleeding wounds, for you to at least try and understand. Waving their massive arms like living lighthouses, bobbing in and out of the floundering waves, they are splashing out an…
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