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Petroleum products leaked from her shattered hull, still stinking of a battle its leaders not only lost, but forfeited.
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We stared wistfully at the clouds; wishfully at the stars.
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In the sad suburban subdivision
with its cul-de-sacs and broken curbs
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I do not think it good that you, any of you, know what I mean when I say “MIG arrangement.”
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In the beginning there was salt
God licked the salt and said it was
Good. Then there was Light
Then Chocolate
The rest is just History
It’s no great Mystery
Oh, and Fireflies
Fireflies with Due Dates
Flew out of the Slice of Life
S
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She slipspaper thinshe ripspaper thin
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Why is this woman smiling?
Because she’s the Real Mona Lisa,
that’s why
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I dreamt my legs were stirring the air up behind your back, as you lay between my thighs. Stirring the air repetitively, like a sea anemone stirring the water to feed the soul, the hunger between the legs and arms, for new life.
Stirring up the salt
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(Recently unearthed from a “Lost Luggage” travel trunk abandoned in a train station in Salt Lake City, Utah) Dear Seamus: Boy, we sure did enjoy having you as a member of our family all those years. I would have to say you…
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The piss monster looks for clues of its childhood in the stains it leaves behind on the furniture.
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If the pen travels over a sheet of paper, it is not long before a metaphor appears. A fast, beautiful metaphor like friendship, or deformity. Think of the pen as a penis and the ink as semen. I just sit and laugh. Time impregnates an opportunity and a lon
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There is an obstacle, as if truth has a place of its own. This is the phantom where my roommate turns off her headlights Upstate, while we’re singing: No more, No more, stay as you are.
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The crow in darkness;visual palpitationsunder the street lamp. In the dark morningmy car disrupts the still cold;a blister on earth.Never mind the cat.The Japanese Peace Lillywill steal your last breath.The blacktop highway;a rough scab to cover thedeep man-cut…
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nevertheless, this crowd had come up with a universal cure for humanity, and regardless of consequences . . .
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My real parents lived about 200 miles in the other direction from where we came. But long ago I determined they were too real.
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What about the poor nobodies to somebodies being tossed like wet rags onto more wet rags?
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and I saw this man mopping a floor. He did not look like a monk, and he was smiling at something I could not see. You would not find me and I was beautiful. You would not find me and you closed that memory. I thought that was unfair and maybe it…
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I have full bars on my iPhone, but no one has called, texted, emailed, IM'd, tweeted, Facebook'd, Tumblr messaged, or commented on my blog and I wonder if I am really connected, if my iPhone hasn't suddenly started to malfunction and I am really just all alone here,…
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Flying mammal with thin membrane forelimb adaptive wings. Amazing number of species from fruit-eating to insectivores. All capable of landing in your hair at night.
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Testing how well he navigates
She didn't think he would find it
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Times they were a blazing, the Pheasant met God in Piccadilly meadows
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The two boys walked the long dock to the edge of bay,like scrappy lobsters pointing toward the waves,"The cockroaches of the sea,"his father said,It was the old country"Only prisoners were fed lobster.They stayed in the dampholes."He thought the sea ebbed and flowed like a…
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I spend my time sitting on the back step—poison oak reddening my arm—under the eaves, waiting to escape.
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"We improvised to show our Spanish compadres that we meant them no disrespect, and the running of the cats was born."
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We spent that entire winter with shaky hands and shrunken egos.
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Slowly
slowly
the veil is lifted
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She left the bathroom and slammed the bedroom door. He heard the lock close.
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with all these little battle worn pieces of history surrounding us all the time is that they don't really make up for the terrible news of just now. Those people showed us what they showed us. Good for them.We're the direct explosion of their…
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“‘Dial Back the Snark’ is an attempt to fight the cynicism that’s corroding America’s social fabric,” Myers says, mixing his metaphors. “It’s spreading like wildfire."
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“First I had two men in my life,” she says. “Now I have no men in my life.” And I watch her adjusting a strap to keep her shoulder bare. It’s the aspiration of flesh to beauty that is keeping us alive. Cool and warm pastels above her bare arm, warm red
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