1757 5 2
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Jimmy wore a tie to top that torn green tee he toted every day, every other. He smelled of dirt, said he had a feeling we had watermelon somewhere since he caught a whiff from his room inside his house across the street.
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They’d met by sheer accident.
Torrential rain & a deserted bungalow were the perfect catalysts.
‘You shouldn’t be alone at this hour’ Kurt whispered.
‘It’s not by design’ Ursula murmured.
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Oh, you can’t stay, your poetry/
Is still out in the world, maybe when you die/Your volumes will make their way/Not just here but
everywhere
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1. The ghost that photographs my wife and me has a peculiar sense of lighting. In this one, we are sitting at the kitchen table of our old apartment. The table is made of glass. There is nothing on the table except our elbows. She has lowered her head between her…
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I built a house in the middle of the ocean. I used sunlight for nails. Wind for wood. Stars for chandeliers, the moon for a doorknob.
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Excessively. And this worried her, of course.
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The number 25 double-decker bus threads its way through the narrow two-lane streets. Coughing and burping without a hint of embarrassment, it carries us from the train station, with its cheerful round clockface and neat front of red brick, over the weepin
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1756 16 8
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The three of us traveled seven hours that day and Al traveled as far in the service of finding the right tool for his writing.
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He saw symmetry, exquisite geometry, body and built world in harmony.
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[CAUTION: IF YOU ARE UNDULY "FIXATED" ON GOD, AMERICA, MOM, APPLE PIE, AND/OR BASEBALL ... YOU MAY WANT TO AVERT YOUR EYES!]
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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1755 17 7
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You have transformed me into an aimless, sleepless wraith...
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1755 11 7
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I'm trying to read a Poetry in Motion poem on there wall of a crowded electric train
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1754 12 9
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the Great Way itself is very smooth and straight,/but folks take to the challenge of rough, wild roads.
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“Jus’ because a story told right don’t make it true,” he said. “Sometimes the story is there ain’t no story. Sometimes you look way down inside, and ain’t nuthin’ there. Can’t write no book ‘bout nuthin’. Won’t sell none. But them
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it's the very words that are the problem
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Do you want an ass mi Nina Bonita? I buy you jeans that work like a Miracle Bra for your behind.
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If it were known that I am as stupid as I am, if the press were to open that page on TV, if the laughter shot itself like fireworks out into the road--
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He had long since quit listening to the incessant clanging of the bell. He stood, ringing the bell, squinting into the setting sun, nauseous from the car exhaust, his body aching for alcohol.
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It was Warren who introduced me to this bouncer fellow named John O’Toole. Warren met O’Toole and his wife, Angelina, through the dark prison poet Eugene Forcer. Forcer and O’Toole were the best of friends until a riff erupted between them one drunken n
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And by God he made it to heaven! St. Peter waved him on in...
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I was desperate for a social life but I couldn’t go out because I was too embarrassed to smile.
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“Jesus fall the second time. You want a map? Ten shekels.”
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I ordered biscuits and gravy
at the Sunset Grill,
Just before the Amber Alert
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In a rousing show of support for guns and the owners who love them, the Legislature passed and Governor Greg Abbott gleefully signed a law proclaiming April 15 as Take Your Gun to Work Day in Texas.
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Words are not like bricks. The neighborhood flowers from within the rituals that enframe the drinking of a macchiato in a café. Now it hovers over the page.
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1752 3 2
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'Yer a cool, cool glass of water baby....'
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1751 5 2
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On some evenings, when I would sneak out of my room, I'd sit on the verandah and count the streetlights. I'd count the stars in the sky and trace the moon with the tip of my finger and consider how anyone could make it through the night when there were so
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I knew I needed to visit a beach / made entirely of sharks’ teeth
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Start with a long look down the alley, a small hoodied figure turning in.
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