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A Traitor of the Better Kind

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Go ahead, boy, pout like a fool.

Stretch Marks

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Stretch marks part my heart, stretch marks part my body.

What the Dark Matter Says

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There can be no convergence./ There is only the talking that talks about/ an angle of sight nothing else can share.

Coast to Coast

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No one knows that, while the ex-Area 51 guy delivered his rant, Art Bell left the booth for a Diet Coke.

Tadpoles

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Whole frogs are/ too difficult.

Berniece

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"I expect 50% of the agreed fee. In cash.” I dropped the envelope at the designated spot and parked up the street.

Arcana Magi Memorial - c.1

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Azure spent these years learning how to harness the four elements and find the four creatures that shackled her.

Poetry is like baseball

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Poetry is like baseball.

Bootstraps

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I made my way quietly out back and sat in Helga’s whitewashed porch swing, listening to the first faint sounds of big band music drift out of Helga’s open windows and into the cooling summer air. The darkness was moving in slow from the east, interrup

Small Potatoes

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I kiss his sunburned nose, so nice under the beach house. We hear the shower of palm leaves like wings getting ready. We talk about a time we'll no longer know each other, when he'll be sad in a bar in another state, slipping and sliding and petting lost dogs in the parking…

Life as a Porno

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It could as well be late night infomercials/ saturating the screen// with medieval looking exercise machines

Old Vibrations

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There's always a sound, something triggering the fear.

How I Invented the Designer Jean in 1968 (Memoir)

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Before I was 18 years old, in my small home town of Bridgewater, Nova Scotia, Canada, I invented the designer jean...

That One Time We Were on NPR...

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Twelve people in the band, the two women arrive first (arrive on time).

Balconies

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In a few brief moments the entire sky became full of this wetness and greyed to the point of almost blackening, and it was a Sunday morning, and the man thought that thoughts were strange things, because he had a piercing epiphany that there was no God..

Dear Lieutenant General Fred

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But I am delighted to inform you that through our computer added softwareness, YOU have to been chosen as our Nigerian contact for the transfer of fundage used to research global warming. How ‘bout them apples?

1945, What I wanted

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In my innocence and young mind, I thought that kiss would mean that someday we would get married

Laces

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I see those shoes and the status they confer, and I know what they cost.

Me. You. Love.

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In my own case, before Ellen, of course there was someone else. She—well, she was someone who I felt as if I’d always known and always would. And I think she felt the same about me.

Martyr

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The everlasting shone through when skirting the tenuous threshold of the two worlds.

The Green Eyed Monster

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So this is what hate feels like. I glare at her, across the room standing there with him. Tall, blond, slender, perfect complexion, adorable smile, and bright eyes; and him and his lean athletic build, soft square jawline, charming smile, deep blue gree

Arcana Magi - c.30: Farewell, My Home

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Their hearts had a place for the Elements. The Sentinels did not want to abandon them, their friends. Nor did they want to abandon each other.

Things Found In The Wreckage Of Angel 1508

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A canister of unused laughter taken from the mouth of a baby not yet born A splinter of wood from a cross, perfectly preserved in dark tea taken from the belly of a dead Irishman A milky vial of smog taken from the air of Los Angeles circa 1965 A

Honor Grade

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It was a surprise they put me in a dormitory, not a cell,

Who you are

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a mid-life crisis in 55 words

October

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It's Halloween again, the season when my mother died.

Summer Flip Flops

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Sal, a finder of misplaced objects notices the sunglasses, flip flops and boxers left on the pathway heading to the beach. They are his gifts today, so gallant is he of these ‘strays’ seeking ownership. He tries the glasses on first and feels dizzy.

The Zen Gunslinger

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On top of the refrigerator is a small wooden box

How To Pound Meat

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"She has a lot of time to think these days. What else is a woman to do with the rest of her life?"

When the Ocean Was Ours

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The Ocean used to be ours. When the stars were still fire and they were the only light burning though the dim, hazy nights, the ocean was ours. Before the smog, and the lights that were carried by the men who rose from the sea, the ocean was ours. We…