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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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104820
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I won't ever forget the image of my father, behind the wheel of the Cadillac he so loved. Even as a ten year old, and more as an adult, I could never figure out why he loved that car as much as he did. I must explain that he was really my step father,…
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104897
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He remembers his father’s concrete slab hands. Balled into fists they resembled kettlebells.
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104876
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If she weaves words that are true enough
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When they first brought me home, I was their pride and joy. Then, one day, they put me in this wooden box.
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104830
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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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104822
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Happy is a look we are trying to wear better
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104700
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104700
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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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104751
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I awoke sweating like a Mormon at an anti-bigamy conference.
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104710
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I leave you because
you violently told me to,
I still love you because
I told you I always would.
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104711
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Like Smart’s cat Jeoffrey,
he’s a mixture of gravity and waggery.
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104721
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Stealing time. Always gambling. I used to wake up with wet eyes; remnants of nights and days spent in places I never wanted to leave. I took to insomnia to escape the dreams that reminded me of places I could never return to.Now I sleep here. When I can.
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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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104721
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They called him Hank. We piled in a car and drove up from Irvine to his little bungalow apartment on DeLongpre near Hollywood Blvd. for a collating party for this Mag he started with Neely called “Laugh Literary and Man the Humping Guns.” No shit, that wa
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104710
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The aftermath of a lady's adultery.
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104700
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It was just after lunch when they found the box.
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104700
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I'm the vessel that'll sniff out the wharf's of old,they call me bold for bounding seas,they whispers rumors of my unstable ease,what's a life without vanishing into the falling pink fold,Ululating tides spray brisk bounties of water on board,squabs with new wings…
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She awakened and thought at first that the noise coming from the basement was an intruder, that someone was down there and might cause her harm. Then she remembered that the furnace had been erratic lately and had made some strange noises. She drifted off…
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The space they are in is years long.
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104700
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I was still18 years old when the plane landed in South Korea. It was 10AM, Friday. Stepping off the jet way, it could have been any airport in America. But it wasn't. As soon as we got in the airport we were hustled to Customs. Filled out a bunch of forms. Asked…
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And then, like all those nights before, she just fell asleep seducing me.
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104732
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I dream empty, the wind blowing benzene blue. Shards of glass. Barbed wire. Bricks crushing flame into notions gone quick, never painless. Is it my blood? In my eyes. On my hands. Is it for you? I'm not sure where I'm walking here. Walking towards what from. Is it…
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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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104630
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- Of or relating to dreams
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104664
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a body lost in thought
stays hopelessly lost in thought
for as long as the latte lasts
and the coffee shop stays open
and the moms don’t gather with their baby carriages
and the bums don’t bum overly much
and the trust funders don’t lose too
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She'd had every reason to believe he'd be difficult, though he wasn't.
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I stroll out to the front lawn, and find myself against the sea of grass, painted daubs within the frame of a distilled rock. My ears attuned to the starlets warbling on the twisted branches of the lone tree, flock of wings that find subtlety and shine in the rapture…
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My girl hit me with an ice cream freezer.
She did it ‘cause she said she didn't want me to tease her.
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