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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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108400
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It was just after lunch when they found the box.
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108497
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No one believed me when I told them this: I took all of my novels and tossed them into the fire.
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108432
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They called him Camel because of his humped back.
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108421
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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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108487
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and I revel in the fact. There are other facts at work and play, but I'm hanging out with this one because it is my day off and I'm listening to music and writing poems. I like the bright appearance coming from the bedroom…
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108320
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The longer this goes on the worse it gets.
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108354
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Chin beards, flannel shirts, Levis
no boots anymore, just loose sandals
their chicks with double triple multiple chins
falling asleep on their own palms
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108361
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You gave me chills on my opposite hip whenever you touched me from behind, when we spooned under the rough woolen blanket in your basement. Whenever your essence touched my life like that. Just like when you said, “You came, that’s all.”
That’s all? T
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108321
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I’m leaning into my freedom and will have you take your portable prison with you and you can set those four walls across town.
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108310
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They’re friends, him and Sissy and Raul, you know, and live upstairs from Asa and he went up there. He kept texting me saying, B here all night, follow u 2 airport. Yelled down through the floor. Real crazy shit.
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108300
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I was reading The Transmission of Doubt by Adi Da, and since it was just shy of five hundred pages, I had become tired and needed air. It was funny because Eglington Square Mall had only one floor and was more like a mini mall than anything, with a beer store on…
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108394
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Alas, the wind, the rain/
and plate tectonics take temples,/
fire and sediment papyrus and clay,
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108382
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A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs.
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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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108300
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For every Ruben Studdard, there are ten Mick Jaggers and, considered merely in terms of avoirdupois, the two sides of that scale would probably balance.
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108300
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"Great! Great. I got your message . . . yeah, it’s a little long. It’s 140 *words*, not characters . . . "
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108265
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It was the early 80's My students carried / guns.
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108200
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In the nights there was a sense of surrounding trouble, a trouble that had no name, but waited there and sometimes it seemed to whisper strange thoughts from the curtains and other times it waited in silence by the closets and corners. It never quite…
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108210
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The aftermath of a lady's adultery.
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108231
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I got a male bouffant hairdo like Trump
I can’t wait to develop patience
And the next time I have a ringing in my head
I’m not going to answer it
Can I Get a New To-Do List?
I tried changing my name to Richard Vixen
Until the State Dept. too
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108200
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I don't belong. I don't feel privy to grown up conversations, yet I can't relate to teenage expectations. I'm floating on the walkways in another dimension of time. Everybody looks like ghosts functioning in robotic ways. I feel an electric eye following me in my…
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108251
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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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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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108233
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Then there was the time I splurged, hoping a higher-priced phone might keep me from slamming it against the wall.
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108232
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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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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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