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Check the sweet lunar springs that we are still bathing in. The swelling in the genitals there. Check to make sure we are ripe, and in season. It’s our way of being willing, strong under the sweet icy waters, with that fertility that is derived from you
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A short sonnet for my sweetheart's birthday.
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"I’d rather move a word around a page
than raise a glass or pass a plate
or work a room immune to poetry."
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In 1997, I was exploring a used bookstore in Camden, New Jersey, when I stumbled across a two-volume hardback copy of The Dictionary of the Khazars by Milorad Pavić, a book I had been meaning to read since it came out in 1984. At $10.00 for the set, I couldn't pass up…
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A likeness borne in silk, rich contours of canvas giving life to the seascape.
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First of all, you should know an unstoppable fire made my panties roar for you. Maybe you will come to understand what effect you had on my life, my whole life, I mean. You should know the effect you had on people. Me, and Sharon too, both. And I’m sure
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She was asked: “What would it mean to be in a great earthquake to you?”
She said: “It would mean that I might never see him again.”
Then she panicked. She came to me and said: “Do you mind riding in the other car? I have to ride in the same car wi
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Shame must search the soul, broken, original, with its primitive juices stirred. Moved until now only by the musk, only the stroll you lived with, the worry, the sorrow, the drama – may I never conceal or recover from it!
Yes, I might beg or steal the
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In the switched-off
time
of day's blackest
rest-
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Prospero's in his cell and I'm in mine.
He drowns his books, I'm drowning in mine.
He exercises his power–I'm powerless to exercise.
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Julie had a thousand freckles the
color of mud.
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artifacts gone obsolete / miscegenating in suspension
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The smell of Coppertone Suntan Lotion always brings back memories of the beach. I remember you rubbing it on my stomach and you kept moving lower and lower. I had on a bikini bottom (very daring) and you rubbed your finger all along the rim of it just a
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Dave Sharpe silently pulled his desk chair out of its nook that was conveniently placed underneath his desk. He took a deep breath as he slowly took his place in the seat and nudged it into a perfect…
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“the calendar of my future was in there!”/
yes: all tomorrows belong to the dead cats,/
their decisions relinquish one day per day.
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She’s an old soul who was
scattered to the winds
like a thousand butterflies
and a moth
She has no center
and flits from event to event
and can’t miss out on
a thing, because crikey,
what if she missed something
important?
And the m
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After Loretta McKinley had sat for just such a time on a rock near the tribe, hallucinating and coming as close to death and God as she ever had, she walked into the camp and asked to speak with the elders.
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He remembers his father’s concrete slab hands. Balled into fists they resembled kettlebells.
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Some things are said.
Others, never.
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It was a summer full of rage and discontent. The air had a new taste to it, reminiscent of the tang of battery acid.
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A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs.
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His beard is an eighteenth-century forest / in south central France
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We once saw giants in the clouds and in/
connected points of stars, and named/
them, gods. We placed them in their high-halled villas,/
on the mountaintop, to game and frolic
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Last time I heard from you, you had been smoking crack with a hooker in the doorway of city hall
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My sacred boxes contained this information.
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...the bulk of poets are amateurs.
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Morning. A hot bright sun shines down on the cool dark depths of the deep blue sea.
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my tiny white world, the cube in the closet in the back above the shelving in a secret compartment cut into the wall
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