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Intermission: New York City

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The liquid cognizance of this wide green sphere makes my eyes water, my conscience cheer, mademoiselle meridians swapping their places, this is the moment when no one praises and praxinoscopes like gods are at once everywhere beyond…

Gabriel has lost his horn

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The Woman Down the Hall

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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.

Favorite Child

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It was in the early sixties when my mother discovered she was my father’s second wife. Four years before, they were married quickly, by a justice of the peace, because his transfer to the States had come through. He’d charmed her with his dark chocolate e

In Tongues

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Even as I moveTowards some form of true reprieve I can't make head nor tail of you Except when you speak in tongues In the dark progressive hills In the fields that freedom chills In the house Democracy built You will find a hint of guilt …

This Story Will Break Your Heart

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The first years of her life she had been owned by a bear hunter and trained to hunt bear, a terrible turn of luck for her.

An Orange

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I offer you an orangeYou say you'd prefer an appleI offer you an orangeYou say, noI want an appleYou say you had a bad experienceWith eating an orangeHmm, I sayYes, but what does it matter?You say you are not eating the orangeUnder no circumstances will you everEat an…

On Being Offered a Cup of "Grape Juice"

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I would drinkbut Iam unfortunatelychainedto a senseof selfpreservation.

Postcard from the Asylum of the Nameless

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Hi,thought I'd drop you a line or 2I haven't seen all the sights yet,saw numerous tidespretend to come in,sat under some monuments,visited a few museums,rode a couple of donkeys.The weather isunpredictable, made me thinkof what you said the other dayand a thought occurred…

Everything that's ever been said about clouds

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Is not enough. There are not enoughwords enoughsighsto describe a cloud. Not enough similes,not enough metaphors.The thesauruscoughed upa feather.And what if a cloud were to beslowly moving over me on a rainy daylike a puff…

Roman Candles

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A SLEEPER AT THE STATION IS AFLAME

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Stanley Blade was a strange boy who fell in love with a fictional German spy named Marie Janis written 30 years before he was born. He dreamed of being a fighter pilot to bring down the only man who had bed her.

Fairytale Initiations

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I'm sucking in the environment

Wake

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At my daughter's wake Mr. Aleford, her teacher, poked out his pointy nose, sniffing my cologne. How could I be plastered with this, at a time like this? Well, dear Sir, Two reasons. One, to hide the booze. And two, because my wife and I had made feverish love that…

Reynee Deys and Reynee Nehyts and little dogs called Feydeaux.

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As I understand it, he crafted his art from sweat and blood; on parchment of living scrotum stretched over fretful porpentines; using a fresh dodo quill for each new preposition, and all that only on the first wet day after solstice in Yobhel. Something l

We Poor Splendid to Look On

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Leave us to hide our sundials in our caves— / discard our scrolls that guide no more, / to time our nights to learn if we can grieve / —we’ve too much noise or less than we can hear . . .

Three.

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I spent our years together being someone you'd approve, and all

Beyond The Sense of Ashes

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All are words, so quickly they decay, into silence, spaces that persist, amnesias singing of day. A world without perversityis a world of death,each measure of dissent a measure of applause. Fury signifies you; nothing is everything. Your ascendancy of eyes, in pursuit of…

Leftover Author's Notes

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#281: If you make it to the end on this one, I'll send you $1,000 in cash and a bag of apples. Your choices are Granny Smith and Fuji. I can also pay you in euros if that helps.

My Dog

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Depictions of Buddhas knee-deep in angst

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Take

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Chinese Whispers (or Telephone)

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The Dance of Cowards

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Cabinet of Particulars

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incoming made of dust

White Moon Between Two Yellow Trees

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the moment love endures is the moment we disperse

Something Else

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Preaching to a streetlight

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The Love Song of J. Alfred Trump (names and other things dropped out of boredom)

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Evolutionary Nonsense

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You can say words like "good",just not to me, I'm not in the mood. Ever sincethe fire extinguisher went kaput. Ever since yellowbecame red and orange became blue. Ever since thenews announcement that there is nothing more than carbon.Nectarous your…