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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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202071
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In 1978, a computer program became privy to my grandmother's most secret thoughts.
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202000
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Was Sligo an unfeeling privacy-violator or an uncannily-feeling empath, privy to the deepest longings of those whose lives he came in contact with? [...] Sligo's grave is as silent as these pages ultimately would be if they were left unread.
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2020119
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strumming on the pipe/blowing on the lute's body/drumming on the horn.
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2020101
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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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201921
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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
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201943
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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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2019109
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Sometimes, they beat their masters home...
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2019114
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Gladstone called him a ‘goddam nihilist’--
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20191514
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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2019145
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I'm the joker of the pack in our office, although I think a lot of my humour is too subtle for my colleagues
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201944
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Back arching, spine twisted, muscles tense and turning. I am putting off my work. Jane Eyre is in the back of my mind whispering about childhood patriarchy and I am still clinging to images from dreams before waking; my last lover's face scrunched and…
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201932
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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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20182416
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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201810
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It's dawn. It's quiet on the pond in the Public Garden. The light is calm, the pollution is mild, and everything is still,except for the occasional cruising taxi. It's the beginning of spring-- tulips out, leaves…
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201842
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201854
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I would be reduced to begging on the streets and hoping for a sign of her in soup lines.
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201876
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Butch the Labradoodle sets some necessary boundaries.
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2018167
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He wears an old black tux, shiny at the elbows, and his gray hair has been styled and sprayed into a fragile tornado. On his lap sits a Chihuahua wearing a bridal outfit—veil and all.
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2018129
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We were over Casper, Wyoming, when some terrorists tried to take over the airplane. They had concealed weapons.
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201821
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I saw a former lover today, by complete accident.
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20171410
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They were carried out / over shoulders of running soldiers / naked bodies pass
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201700
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I had a weird feeling I had just validated his behavior — provided another tile in the mosaic of his ego and self-esteem — by doing nothing more than entering this hall of mirrors, and reflecting.
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201722
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The mother was happy, though. She was happy because she could make him some soup and then she could feed it to him in bed.
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201793
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Mesmerizing, the night’s queer colors, the darkness given depth by the earth’s crystalline sheen, by a sky choked with a million fleeting prisms. In the woods surrounding the house another branch snapped, a gunshot loud crack. The echo lingered, cap
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2017188
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"leaves &damage, &shifts of shape"
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20171311
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You'll be gone. I'll be gone. I'd hate to think how it was all for nothing, that all we did was stumble into a pretty big hole of our own making. The best place for a broken heart after all is in your own sweet chest. No one else…
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201722
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In those days everyone ate poetry for lunch. It was considered essential for your good up-bringing and mental health. We would skip a meal in order to satisfy our hunger for words. To hell with a meal. To hell with dirty politics and meaningless wars on o
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20172013
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There’s / no crying in poetry!” says Coach / Bukowski
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201733
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"Dad, I already told you about your wife. She’s not coming."
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