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A thrill seeker before midnight - but closer to twilight ...
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100951
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Sand atop a trickling potentially,where roundabout rides hideunbegun business, the trickling of sand at any moment.
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When I saw that Chez Panisse was serving crawdaddies (the menu called them crayfish, but I know a crawdaddy when I see it), I relaxed. I didn't eat the ugly creatures when my brother fished them out of irrigation ditches back on our farm near Roswell, and
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100910
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She has almost-black eyes and auburn hair and round brown nipples that are always taut – as though in anticipation. I don’t know what color auburn is. I just know that’s the word that comes to mind when I look at her hair.
She calls herself Mama Legb
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It is absurd to think that a cockroach will wake up one day as a human. And it is certainly surreal to imagine that a fat pigeon in Paris, New York or Rome, say, or even Prague, will one day take up a pen and begin writing poetry, or wave the wand of phil
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100965
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Then it gets worse—this reading of books—I go to the café and can only read a minimalist there, one crouton at a time.
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100900
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I’ll give you a pair of grey cement pumps
then into the river, your body I’ll dump.
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100986
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Billy's days were much like his yesterdays, with little hope the ones to come would be any different.
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100912
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I haven’t written a poem in months.
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100900
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....sucking my blood
kind of draws the line.
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100954
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I watched her look at mewithout any eyes.She turned her head as wesat on the edge of the bed.Instead of eyesthere were hollow indentations of soft tissue,bulbs, and closed,tissue sown, pinched togetherwith pulls and zigzagslike crosshatching, where…
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100800
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A cruel reminder of his irrelevance to the world of law, a world he had probably ruled for over 40 years.
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100800
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The house stood quietly in its surrounds. Unnerved by the beauty that enveloped it. Green forest trees loomed round the house protecting it from the outside world and in front of it lay a sweeping lake that disappeared into the trees on…
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100843
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We could act the anthropologist.
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100840
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Why is this woman smiling?
Because she’s the Real Mona Lisa,
that’s why
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It was a cruel question, coming on breath that stank of the grave.
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100822
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"Excuse me. I believe you have a little something falling from your right nostril there," he said, pointing with his pinky.
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100811
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The lock came off easy—they only screwed a hinged hasp on the outside—it took a hard shove to get past a chair barricading the door. As I pushed my way in I heard a screeching crash. Lucky nobody was around. It was my first time bidding on a sheriff's sale…
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100844
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It was a battered, creaky, rickety old thing, this wheelbarrow. It had two wooden handles with cracks running through the wood, a fat rubber wheel and a deep tray encrusted with the mud and plaster and grout that it had transported through decades of heavy use. Based on…
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100877
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Looking back now, examining from a distance the sequence of events I failed to connect as anything beyond queer happenstance...
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100832
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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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100875
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100840
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There's a surprise for you!Why did she think I would have been pregnant? I hadn't seen her for ages, neither people she knew, so it wasn't my weight ...She opened the door, a sigh of relief on her face, thank God she thought ... She isn't.The surprise was we came to visit,…
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100710
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WOMEN MEETING NEW MEN up suddenly from a new fire we each rose up suddenly columns of smoke wrapping around one another parts of us touching and matching fitting and twisting tightly becoming one over this poem…
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100733
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"As soon as you're born, they make you feel small."--John LennonI cannot do anything about how beautiful you are, my sour flower, but I can tell you this much: Joni Mitchell is better than all the cowards in the world. They all chose to somehow…
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100751
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The gecko instinctively knew that if he moved, he was dead.
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100720
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He cut a hole in the sack
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100711
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My dog Alfie and I would get in my van and go out at midnight for a doughnut. Or an éclair. A French cruller, to be exact. Sometimes we would get Blondie's Pizza on Telegraph Avenue near the Berkeley campus, if it got to be too lonely and restless at nigh
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100700
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What happens when you accidentally run into your lover's daughter on a plane.
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