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At the back of the crowd

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They were all celebrating something, but she couldn’t see what it was.

Cutty Sark

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A sense of plenty courses through

The Audacity of My Ass

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But then there were car windows bashed out on both sides Glass on the ground like Kristallnacht

Vanity Among Pigeons

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About four in the afternoon a pigeon began admiring itself in the shiny panel of a car door until another pigeon came along and it quit acting foolish.

The Painter Tourist

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demanded he give up muscatel art

GUNS

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I'm gonna buy a gun.

bienvenue (a poem)

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if you lost your list on your way here i will help you get what you came for.

Gone

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She exists behind closed doors. An open field, on the edge of a moor. Her stare belies her hardened heart. Her soul in fragments. She has lost faith.Never happy. Never understanding. Never accepting her sadness. She walks every evening at sunset. She remembers her…

Just Yesterday

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midnight mooring

Awesome!

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I’ve really had it up to here with people who say “awesome” of things that don’t inspire awe.

Lies And Bullshit

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You sit brooding at the barOn a Friday nightOn the patio on a Friday nightAnd people try to figure you outI thinkAnd I am so quite andSo tired Too tired to even drive homeDrainedI just need that drink to feel betterAnd I stare off in a hazeWhats wrong?I don't…

Bright Red Leaf

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Little scoundrel Name of leaf, No one knows He's a thief. The shadows stretch, The birds fly south, And summer's a word Of ash in the mouth When all of a sudden The colors are gone But for a red…

gravelortian part 1

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our house gives him a cold again

Even in the Same Room

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as you are, there's a big floating arm that separates both of us from each other. Widening, like a river, it touches us together often, but still keeps us drifting apart. The banks of your new life have different weeds and flowers…

cravings

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With a sigh she rubbed her face into wakefulness, and then sucked two fingers, thinking of melted cheese.

Six or Eight Legs

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I killed it. Didn't even relocate it back to its outdoor home, as I had work to do. This is being human.

It Was the Heart of the Sixties

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I remember Freddie K bringing these fat Thai joints back with him from Viet Nam, and just one of those things would get us all so stoned at parties in Jolene’s upstairs apartment that we felt as if we could float down the long flight of stairs like we w

Jim

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Jim twisted the skinny trunk of his body in a fast, violent jerk just as the cop grabbed the buckle of his left Harley Davidson boot. When the boot flopped off, Jim found himself sitting upright, ready to jump up and run. But then he felt the baton lock down on his…

Mom #2

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We’d sometimes find my mother asleep in her chair outside her trailer at the nudist camp when we drove up. She loved her garden there, even with the rabbits eating her young tomato plants. She used to coax the bluebirds down to the railing of her trailer

Resurrection

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The superhero is out there in the fields, discovering herself.

The First Round

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It was mostly accidental.

Full of it

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My life isn't exactly what you'd call glamorous. Hell it's not even good. Not like that bathroom cabinet, getting cleaned every other day and handled like it's made of glass.No, my life is literally full of shit. They come, they sit, they shit. On the good days, I'm lucky…

The Book

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“Are you comparing the communists with Hitler?” “Are you telling me there is no comparison?"

Some Indian

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We had been drinking.

Other Brothers of American Crime, Chapter Fourteen

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An extended account of his criminal exploits for a criminal syndicate of Midwestern newspapers and radio stations hastened a change of career plans.

The Back Burner

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Below them, the clag shears open in irregular patches, the lights of Seattle resolving themselves through the thinning overcast then vanishing again by turns.

Love, your daughter

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You gave me all of the power, and none of the power.

Frostproof Suite: Clown Car

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My job was take the falls, act the dope, finish at the wrong end of the slap stick for the blow off. I was Auguste, the fool; I drove the clown car.

New Flavor

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Billy fell into a bottle, and we couldn't get him out.

Reconceiving the Resurrected

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