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It was a gesture on their part, an act with meaning;
they didn’t care about country or science; their love
was their art, their art was their love.
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I found Marty sitting out on a neighbor’s front porch across the street from his house, which was next door to mine. He was sort of crouched down, early one morning as I headed off to work at the paint factory down in West Berkeley. I wasn’t absolutely su
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By day, Ksiusha Milda is a housewife with a one year-old daughter. By night, she is a blues singer of sorts, a practitioner of this country’s traditional folk song, kale.
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We all get in a carriage of tin and volcanic glass and go a-touring. We had quite an itinerary to fulfill, all of it loosely applied to the principle of serendipity. We toured Luxembourg and tossed pretzels to the bankers who did tricks for us, somersaults and complex…
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“I’m haunted,” she says, “by so many things–earth shoes, amulets, seventies mood rings.”
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The life, the burning up that works up our loveliness, hot under the surface that is tempted to show forth its parts after being confined, enclosed, shut in. Beautiful honey-water sliding out of long bleak skies, after all the howling of our legendary you
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“I dipped a Camel cigarette in ink and smoked it,” he said. “When they took an X-ray, my lungs looked black."
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I must apologize for only having words to bring todaywith me. They seem so little to give and not much tooffer you. All their silly little hats seem to have been around with us now for quite some time. Others before me have certainly worn them farbetter…
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Wait until you are home alone at last. Put the dog outside. Close the cat in the room down the hall, where you can't hear her mew to be let out. Turn off the television. Switch off any devices playing music. Take the phone off the hook. Turn your cell ph
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You were still holding yourself
In your own arms, when I first found you
You were so fresh
No thunder had ever spoken your name
No lightning lit up your veins
I continued to have the feeling of you
Between my dream muscles and my lack of s
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poetry less than poverty: / fair warning to poets, but a good sign.
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The two cats begin to circle
To better make my surface workle.
They treat me as (this makes me sore)
Floor model in a mattress store.
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An American Indian (in a suit) at
the museum reception, eating pelican wing
which looked like enlarged sections of
older pulpy (pink) grapefruit
When asked why he was eating this,
he said that eating pelican wing gave you
the ability to fa
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I remember years ago my mother saying to me, don’t get involved with the woman down the hall. She didn’t even know this particular woman; it was just a general pronunciation, that somehow being female and living down the hall meant bad things.
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When informed that the hourly rate of Chloe Schultz, the lawyer who handles their collections would increase to $300 an hour, Mort Zucker said “I’m sorry--there’s no woman in Boston worth that kind of money with her clothes on.”
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If you’re a mouse with suicidal tendencies
My cats can help you to meet your endency.
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I look good
Together
Got these penny wings
I could actually fly with
It all becomes so clear
Sound goes down
Sanity returns in an instant
The night is bigger...
I’d rather stay near the ground
I’m not a practicing angel
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I used to say I’d rather walk on the moon with my own rapacity, and you can easily say things like that, given the luxuriance of youth. But it was a lie, if you want to know the truth, so much hot balloon air, puffed up in the chest. That is not how i
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Tongs, uvulas, money. Love. But really, silence.
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muse of my heart, with each palace in love: / when Januaries lash with storm and sleet, / their dread dark nights all muffled in bright snows, / will you find coals to warm your purpled feet?
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The film canister—with Camembert's thumb in it—was positively gouging her thighs now. When would they give up for the day and leave?
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Because someone whispered Mona Lisa in her ear.
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The little notice talked its trash, a J’accuse!
“Posted: For Non-Payment of Dues.”
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As has happened many times in my life, I heard his voice in my sleep and I saw him, though only briefly. Over the years I have seen this man I thought was him clearly and known when he was in danger – a car wreck at twenty (I was correct on everything b
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"Why?" is the question I ask, but no one is around to answer. What would an answer change anyway? But it is all I can do. So it is all I can do.
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A Praying Mantis
clover to bright emerald green
landed on my sleeve
and lingered as I worked
in my hay field.
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The little miracle of
leaking milk from our skin
The miracle of two mouths
attached at the lips
The miracle of inhaling
another human’s essence
at the onset of remembrance
and the extensive and
naturally occurring miracle
of seeing someo
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It all started when he bought my leopard nightie.
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