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“Hey,” he said looking up from the New Yorker. “There’s a really interesting article about Edgar Allan Poe in here.”
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It is always midnight in my heart; / and melancholy advances from handsome men / only take place in my mind...
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Yellow glioblastoma in a vegetable brain-stem..Gentlemen, I give to you the cauliflower.
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We wished it had been murder./
It’s easier to hate for hurtfulness/
One you never knew.
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The river is there inside, the liquid living inside like light, moving rapidly over unknown rocks, approaching, and intimate. As if the source of all is inside me. Someone, anyone, says the word “available” from 3 tables away, as if it’s the only word o
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I had never been to the city of K. before, having just flown in on business the other night, and so imagine my surprise at seeing my parents, waiting at a bus stop just a few blocks from my hotel.
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When the truth is spoken, we don’t know
Where to look, as if we only know someone
Has gotten away with something big
Or stolen someone’s heart, knowing how easy
It was, how fragile, how true to itself
So open and weightless, without guile
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Someone has locked themselves in the large stall
They’re smoking one cigarette after another
And pulling long stretches of toilet paper off the rolls
God only knows for what purpose
And yelling for anyone who’s outside the stall
To go get them
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“So, I’m watching the feed from Garowe and, by Allah, there’s a picture of Mohamed Guled, I can’t believe it, with a rocket launcher.
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My trousers turn when her these eyesights earn is learned in light,Like limn of laugh or limbs hers — do I know her, no? — but gauzy Greyhair ravings greyscale havens of Old Jake whose floozy Wooed, ne'er raised the wood that, pencil-perched, arrests…
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It's all down to you. To every new morning's baby crying. Down to your blank notebook, all sides opening at once, hands like an ocean of birds.You standing there looking back at me from behind your chosen wall of love's newly made flesh. Your smile like blood…
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Whence came a tapping at my door, a tap tap tapping...
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Flu Fighters
Hood Ornament
Good Hydration
Jacques Strappe
Tar and Feathers
Bad Oyster Band
Mysterian and the Skid Marks
Nimble Candle and the Streakers
Uniball and the Supporters
The Skinny
Rubber Band
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When Shorondra Reynolds was a baby we lived in a Baltimore brownstone on the edge of Pigtown. Just me and my mother, when there were no single mothers, just Adele’s mother or Mary’s mama, or Kiki’s madear and their like. It was a time when a five year-old
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*It is a purely fictitious story.Any resemblance to it is purely coincidental. “You never realize death until you realise love “ I could not understand this quote until I met her. Yes! There is death because love gives…
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RE: The big stuff: We don’t know
RE: The small stuff:
Half of what you believe is true
but you will never know which half
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“Many years of co-dependency,” he said.
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I feel more like sprouts than cucumbers. Oh, hey. Icame here to tell you something you already know, butmaybe can't remember. Or maybe it's me who is rememberingsomething I meant to say, but didn't. Oh, hey. There's alfalfa and mung bean. I love those skinny little…
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I, like Sara, am the last of my kind still activated. I am a Machine of Loving Grace.
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The phenomena of this water
formed the first definite link
in that vast chain of apparent miracles
with which I was destined
to be at length encircled.
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...a falling forward that is sometimes so material that you get a look at your shoes as you fall past them...
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I nudged my old man's boot from the coffee table and picked up beer cans. The boots were chewed-up and he still wore the shirt with his name, but he'd retired. There were little burn holes in it from welding and smoking. I emptied the mound of Lucky Strikes. He talked in…
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and we’ll have dinner
with the head of the Swollen Artists Club
and I’ll keep my mouth tied shut
with my own tongue
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He felt sick at heart, as if he'd just been told he'd been fired from a job to which he'd devoted 60 years of his professional life. And for no good reason; the profession no longer existed. It had slipped into obsolescence, like blacksmithing at the beginning of the…
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We laugh at them, parading two-by-two, the elephants rolling tail to trunk across the makeshift gangplank, wide slats flexing under their sway. A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs and their clandestine movements stun a cricket and his mate. Birds squat…
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The sky’s on fire with existence
When I’m around you
Your wandering kisses enter my soul
But your quiet beauty may be
What really carries you
It is like
Finding and touching the
Pearl of existence
To be near you
Was that your tattoo
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Forget the past, its heavy arms sunken at last into the waters of the underworld, crushed and oppressed. Its murders, its slaughter, its laws. Killed there, sacrificed, assassinated. All dust, every powder that is the father of history.
Knees that h
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Once a week the kids at school got ice cream and popsicles. You didn’t, you never had ice cream money.
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My mom said, “Carol, why are you laughing?”
And I said, “I just saw my last boyfriend and his wife, who got married six months after we broke up, and it’s funny. I mean, I just saw them. They’re in town visiting from California.”
And my mom said, “C
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