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—and the god presiding over all / a four-faced, double-Janused clock / its equal seconds clickt away / ticking us our steps and breaths . . .
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73200
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There were others, too, during those years in the Sixties. I remember hooking up with that JAM girl one more time, when she was married and living in Urbana. They were going to swinger parties at the time, so she wanted to have sex with me once more for
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7321510
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Once a psychologist told me a story
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73251
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Mask the stench/
with frankincense.
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73285
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growing up fumbling for excuses your fingers, clumsy littlepads of flesh you don't recognize a scatter plot of acnethat won't erase by mirrorwhy this scene doesn't workkissing the detachable lips of bobby-soxed methodgirlswho keep…
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73241
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Go ahead, show the soul its own beauty. But also tell me again about my own, so I may know I lived, and loved you. The one who shows the soul its own touching beauty gets to keep her. Who shows her the golden nightly song that's given us life, is like t
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731105
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Fertile bodies eye/
the space you occupy,/
impatient for disappearance.
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73100
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“Me–I am too old for help now,” says Askr Bakyv. “But perhaps it is not too late for them,” he says, pointing to his son and two daughters. “They are the future.”
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73155
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73121
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The line of the unemployed
wrapped back on itself
like an accordion pleat
and extended all the way across
a great hall
You could see the faces
of them, bluish and drawn
under the dim florescent
lighting
First in
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73183
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Winter offers pitting salty sand clouds
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72943
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Crispcrashingcoldan interlude from youThe pebbles pulled back and forthlike side stepping nailswhite frothan interlude from youThe sun likeA camellia for herCrispColddropsflicking on her face.An interludefrom you.
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72900
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And there was one girl from Ireland, with her thick Irish brogue, who came into my bedroom early on the morning before my final exam for my Masters degree in the writing program at Irvine. She knew I was so nervous about taking the exam that I hadn’t sl
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72954
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The candles and my brain
flame
like a torch
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72986
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Death threats? Just another mumbling day in the world of Willy Gregg.
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72800
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“You know,” I said finally, “when I’m out in the waiting room, I get high blood pressure when you call my name.”
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72820
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Their son doesn’t eat anything. They can’t see how he keeps growing.
He’s like an air plant, living on air alone, all the while knowing
they themselves will never live on air alone again.
They sewed their wild oats. They lived their universal life
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72800
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Pushing the "surge of steam" button has latelygiven the mother a feeling ofpower;She pushes a button anda loud gurgling sounddampens the spiritof even a 100% cotton item,and forces it to be still andstraighten out.I need a button likethis to affect my family and…
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72844
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When Alex says “sorry” in that barely disguised Canadian accent, we call him an asshole.
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72800
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http://fictionique.com/?p=15392
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72831
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As parents watched my skin grow paler, hair/
go raven, and demeanor change from pert/
to smiling calm, they started to complain.
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72700
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Demeter's daughter comes to her when swings From green turf, all that keener hearth, whose brown Had been more mournful, in its nuptial's crown, Than all the transit buds that seed each Spring: When I, or we, say lateness brings recall, Of…
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727104
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Hi fellow writersThis is a proposed start of novel.Protagonist is Flor "the urchin"her grandfather, whom she hated when he was alive (and vice versa) is seeing her life from the void, he has died.Please offer any feedback or thoughts you may have, all are appreciated.Here…
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72632
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this vaudeville world has turned all into stage— / the message appears on each screen and page: / every domain and institution—staged.
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72663
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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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72500
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She put on her hat, and walked into the back area, where she found a locker that held her name badge and a tube of chap stick.
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72521
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"When I knocked my laptop over,” he says, "four years worth of muffin crumbs shook loose on my desk. It got me thinking about those less fortunate than me.”
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72500
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In the putrid remains / of these faithless days / and the void into which / I carry it...
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72410
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[insert short snippet of text]
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72400
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Weekly game night for the Oscar Family. Winning is secondary.
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