2017 8 6
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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…
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2017125
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20172116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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20171711
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She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
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201734
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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2017156
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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201773
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“There are no inhibitions in here,” the postman shouted, gesturing at the dance floor with his Marlboro Light, the glowing tip aimed at a woman in a taut skirt. Leaning far forward, her hands nearly touching the plywood floor, she planted her feet and beg
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201770
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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2016144
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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2016911
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The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
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20162514
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Did we get Jihadi John?/
And the highway to Mosul?//
What’s the score?
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201600
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But there, up the street, just coming into the corner of the window, someone was in the middle of the road. Walking literally down the middle, dragging one leg like it was heavy or broken, carving a fat line next to the skinny one the good one made.
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201634
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We draw a treasure map in the sandwait for the waves to wash it awayI ask you not to leave me stranded hereIf I'm bound for hell, I don't want to be left behindThe sun breaks through the edge of infinityspills over the line, soaking the sky…
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2016137
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201653
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She wants her mother back and all I can give her is this—over and over. She doesn't want my mouth, wants no kissing anywhere even. Just this. Like this—quiet and rough. Quiet because her stepfather is napping in the bedroom next to…
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20161510
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chet baker shades my eyes
rippling through the cool water
sometimes we feed the fish
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20151918
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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20151615
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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2015127
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It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
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201597
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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201431
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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2014145
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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2014126
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After the show they talked at the famous comedian, reaching the way they do, with their arms. Their arms are curved a good way, a better way than the older white planes of my own.
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201421
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...I told Uncle Lou I thought it (trans-gendering) looked like a thoughtful way of occupying the world. It was a personal triumph, for some individuals, over the destructive affects of denial. Besides, it hurt no one, and it didn’t destroy property. I alw
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201353
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Somehow I always had to sit behind him. I remember because he had a constellation of skin tags on his neck. I thought about drawing stars on him; I thought about creating a new galaxy I would rule. I should have been learning math instead. I still can’t
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201310
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For Hector it was animals. Rats, dogs, fish, and quite often horses – sometimes even lions. But for Achilles, it was always dead bodies.
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201300
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Casting nets like Jesus to a metaphor sea
Admittedly as weak as me
But I need the hike,
Like we still like Ike
To tell us about the Military Industrial Complex
Though he never told us what came next
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201395
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I found my black dot nucleus. School got me in the 10th year with the numbers spilling outta my head, but now I got the cell on my mind. Everybody's floating around this joint all pink and green college clean, yellow face Japanese, or the jet-headed Greeks with their…
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201322
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one numberless character, an army of rants marching one by one, sand by sand, we move mountains this way…
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201301
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meanings figure into traffic streams reds fade, trickle down the long ‘V' another passing human ear; tall, tall buildings paper poised on horizon. situations gape in and out of seconds corners turn to disappearance, witness follows fingers…
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