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A.The poem of rational progression is dulling.Make the leap. Go beyond juxtaposition to collision.We like poetry that does double duty, triple duty, quadruple duty. We like poetry that mixes the grit, poetry that has the texture of complexity.Reason asserts an…
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106133
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Pieces that said shrug a shrug and then another and one to right with the eyes that squint and one to left with rhythm that never left. And piece after piece, after piece they stich themselves, née weave a tapestry that is the dance your very walk swayed
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106130
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I prowl. You prowl. We all prowl.
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106144
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So the subtle shadow settles onto perfect marble
on the floor of the ocean
when the sunlight blooms over space and time
but only in the near future
as it has always been
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106120
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It's awfulYou remember everythingYou never forgetEvery insultEvery bruiseEvery scarEvery burnEvery nickEvery blow You never forgetI never forget The pain of memoryYou think you forgetBut you never forgetThe dread of some wholly misfortuneThe pain that left you…
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106055
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what-ta-hell, fuck this
he snorts brushing
the dust from his shoulders
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106043
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I love that moment in Hamlet when the Ghost first appears. It seems so real, thanks in large measure to Horatio's sober outlook & initial skepticism. It's really happening. Their eyes are popping out of their heads. And it makes me wonder, how would I react if I…
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106097
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He remembers his father’s concrete slab hands. Balled into fists they resembled kettlebells.
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106063
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Spring break that year, (1963) I spent nearly every minute with Lynda. Her taste for sex was unquenchable once we’d gotten started. We did it in every position possible. The sitting position in the front seat of the car, which my brother Herb had to expla
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106051
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Gary wrote in beautiful brevity of this most fabled story told with strings.
Of it's breathtaking majesty and boundless power.
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105901
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Of course it’s because she’s been drinking. Will she regret this? I don’t understand it but maybe it is something she has thought about for some time.
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105920
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The longer this goes on the worse it gets.
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105931
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I am in a war against the literal. I have sewn these words together to make a stand of birch. I wander the earth gathering moon shadows and swords. Kerosene dots punctuate the Dakota night. An apparition of words hops through a calculus problem and falls into a…
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105922
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There is only me and the crooked pavement that leads to your dim tower.
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105998
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She'd had every reason to believe he'd be difficult, though he wasn't.
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105911
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the wiggly word / floats toward the crowd
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105953
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A thrum of imminent sentience-
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1059136
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I learned He was a Schmuck when, on/
the mountaintop, with Abraham,/
I waited on His call: one Isaac, neat.
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105930
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Out the window, the butterflyhad escaped,beyond my perception and maybe into someone else's.The little boy with the kite stared back,wound his string,and ended his afternoon.
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105920
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Your steering wheel is hot.You don't feel it though, I mean,It tingles some but it doesn't have that crawling, stinging feelingLike the way you'd feel it if they hadn't called.Not the way other people in Arizona feel it.You don't feel you or her or anything in…
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105830
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- Of or relating to dreams
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105822
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We’re safe as houses/
and unmoved. We grow/
accustomed to the sound
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105800
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Until the stars form last nightI zoom out with an empty heart.Whose forgiveness forgesseas of overabundance, parksUnder the river's bed as magazine?Jet heavy, my tenses shift in an operation between two frightened doctors. I'm hiding onside: the lines & in the branches…
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105842
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the echo of the hull's first contact with the water will pull the past through the present and the present into the past.
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105823
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And you should know, every woman smiles at a man buying flowers, because … we can imagine. We can only hope.
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105800
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It was just after lunch when they found the box.
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105874
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the cracks in the concrete look like
rivers or highways crossing
from the air but only a few feet
below me
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105885
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The next/
may be the lucky one,/
undiscovered all these years.
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1058136
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A murder of bunnies
nibble the St. Augustine,
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105700
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Hello, I am Enè Ioh, I have come to to tell you a story that takes place within the place. I start at the place; I go to the place. Here we are, at the place. I am now at the place. I know what I say is of no consequence and I will be killed for it. It means so…
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