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Apollinaire's Trepanned Skull

19991999 views1212 comments77 favs

It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.

Clay Women

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"... I knew Willie had gone— out the back door or out the side window. I knew he probably slipped over the fence behind my house into Lou C.’s backyard..."

Zig Zag

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Jerry tries to be funny saying, I think Charlie Brown should kick Lucy in the head when she pulls the ball away; either that or they start making out. Ewww, but they're both eight years old, Sandra says biting her lip, tying off her smile. Jerry won't focus on her…

Wet funeral

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I know now, how she moves without verbs after you crushed her into the river.

Shuffling Deck Chairs on the Titanic

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He said he'd searched in vain for his wife, Mary, before abandoning hope and the ship in one of the last row boats. He was allowed in because of his experience fishing.

untitled

19981998 views55 comments44 favs

I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…

Please

19981998 views1414 comments44 favs

"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."

The bridge

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as long as you have some snacks up there I can be brave

Found Poem

19981998 views1010 comments55 favs

The waters rose / on the earth

The Company's Sprinkler Heads

19981998 views22 comments00 favs

I am alive, and I am hungry. Angry, I want more. I am not content with what you're offering me. Forty hours a week, two weeks vacation. A mortgage and car payments. Wife and kids, a dog in the suburbs. It's all incredibly unexciting, unsatisfying.

Ingrid Bergman Answers the Call

19981998 views33 comments44 favs

Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.

The Beat of Sorrow

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See a girl like Lily sitting offstage in a wooden chair in a fourth-rate club somewhere, crying, holding on so hard to so little, and as it breaks your heart to watch; forgive me. Understand me. You can’t rescue us. We all deserve more.

Hold Your Shield, Front Guard

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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

To Live It Again

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She began guiding Penny’s arms, whispering movements through her body. Memory and experience sang through every fiber of their being. The song had become her life.

Bogdan

19971997 views1919 comments1818 favs

He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.

Variation on a Variation of a Mode

19971997 views2727 comments1212 favs

Borges must be so proud somewhere

One A.M. at the Beau Rivage

19971997 views1212 comments66 favs

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.

Woman

19971997 views1717 comments1414 favs

When you move to the music of a woman

Those (Beckoning) Lights

19961996 views99 comments1111 favs

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 …

Epithelial Sample

19961996 views99 comments55 favs

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…

Wind Drinks Time Like Wine

19961996 views1818 comments99 favs

but let's stop and take another look at things could it be through our closed eyes that we didn't really know what we were talking about that there never was a surprise

The Field Guide: Olivetti

19961996 views88 comments33 favs

When you last produced writing on a manual typewriter, was it before or after your first sexual experience, or maybe during? Manual or otherwise. Which do you recall with more enthusiasm...

Still Life with a Bottle of Olives

19951995 views88 comments55 favs

On the table the image is by Chardin but the puzzle is by someone else and that is what he has dumped out of the box.

Brother Dream

19951995 views22 comments11 fav

It’s always daylight there My brother comes running down the sidewalk holding out his arms and calling my name He’s wearing suspenders. He’s gotten thinner in heaven He embraces me warmly wanting us to be friends I give up trying to re

Old Salty

19951995 views66 comments33 favs

Cap'n Pepper tries and tries but Old Salty is never happy.

Tomorrows Never Written and Subsequent Unrehearsed Memory

19951995 views66 comments33 favs

For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.

The Intercom

19941994 views33 comments11 fav

I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.

Not from the self but from the Other

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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…

The Invisible Corpse Candle

19941994 views1616 comments55 favs

Her eyes stared wide with panic, her teeth chattered intermittently with impressive intensity, and with her ineffectual stabs at the air she completed the portrait of distracted mania.

Bedbugs

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I'm in awe of her frankness, how she takes my breath away, how I wish to rush off with her to a splendid hideaway where only the two of us touch the grape-stained mountains and the cerulean sea, wild blades of grass quivering with the breeze. Sometimes th