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They asked each other at Court-suggested AA meetings: What can Texas do but throw us in jails already packed with low-life scum?
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The moon has a cloud pass before it. The strop has a razor pulled up-and-down, up-and-down, up and down against it.
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She came out to Laguna Beach one time, and we saw each other at this party and she asked if I wanted to “ball,” as she put it. Yes, I said immediately, because I was famished and really wanted a lot of sex because I had just finished a three month project
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A black and white Malamute chasing down a deer
to the edge of the water, and putting her mouth
on it. The hurt deer fallen into the water to escape.
Red blood floating out into the water like cloth.
The boy racing down the slope into the reeds t
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What we see is the aspiration of flesh to beauty
not the fact, which may be ugly. That the light pours
down on them, as they wait in the wings to go on
stage. The cool and warm pastels separating
on their flesh. Green and white above, warm red
a
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we went to together are now, according toyou, not to be believed. A memory of athought of a memory, of an arrow. There isno earth. There is no sun. There are no stars. All theplaces we went to together are to be paused,allowed to fade into never. The river is to be…
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...something is pulsing in the shovel against the window and its pompadour of snow.
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"Is a dream a lie if it don't come true, or is…
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Granny says Jesus works quiet and curious but mama leaving with the UPS man weren’t no great mystery.
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Twig arms,
Send me back then back again.
The skeleton of our home
Lives above the town
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On the phone I asked my mother how she was doing.
“I’m getting old,” she said. “Going slow. But getting there. I’m ninety-four!”
My mother was always 94, when she was really 93. I remember she was 93, right after she turned 92. And 92 when she was
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Before Andromeda can swallow us
expand our stars...
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“No!” Shouted Jon. “I don't get it!” Clarissa stared at her hands in her lap and tried not to cry. She knew it was her fault they were there. She was the one who cheated. But she could not understand why Jon wanted, no needed, to…
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He inhaled the spears of aroma...
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We were clinging to hope and innocence
Until the second jet struck the Twin Towers
That was when real evil twisted our hearts
And we were left without prayer, or power
Yes, a couple holding hands jumped from the building
But when I was the o
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I wanted you in the worst way
but that's not how I got you.
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Researchers have successfully used Viagra, the male erectile dysfunction drug, to treat jet lag in hamsters. Reuters
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Whose soul do you have, now? (How many are you?) There are several around here running from death, laughing, whom you might know.
I burned ahead, with life. I found my own haughtiness had little bearing on the unbraided thread of pleasure (when I wa
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He didn't know why he kept writing. There was no reason to write. People ceased reading. They played video games. They watched Netflix. They walked down crowded city streets staring at smartphones. He was sustained in some weird way by the momentum of writing. As if the…
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When Roy had seen the first of the movies in his dorm's weekend double feature that night (the University of Maine at Orono — as Stephen king once quipped, “that crossword-puzzle favorite”) …
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We used to find ourselves watching a World War II documentary, but from the periphery of our vision; because our tongues would be swishing against each other, and we’d be breathing each other’s wind; and we wouldn’t be as in to it as we used to but we wou
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Flowers I didn’t like God or else nature must have had some brief happiness over. But it’s just forgetfulness for an old goddess like me, goddess of the moon, of hunting, of chastity once, since now I have changed. My opened flowery bosom went on to bec
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It's good to be home.
It's good to be home.
It's very good to be home
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as if someone had spilled a bag of perfect diamonds on the world.
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These people, what is it with them? Is this who we’ve become?
They left their great need behind when they were taken out of the country. They seem to live without thought of that blood. They do not respond to anything that calls to it. They seem sha
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1. There is a crowd of people walking to a field and since there are over forty of them, the conversations become divided and then subdivided in accordance w/natural rhythms. I follow behind. It is a football game. Makeshift. Twenty aside roughly. Almost every…
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Are there places that words cannot go? Consider words going where they were never intended to go.
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The next morning, I was shaved, skinned and stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey for its untimely demise.
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Forgetting fractures her body into a vast flower of fragments
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