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the play has gotten to be so cold this time around. Lord, I need a friend to get me through another poem like this one, but it's just not going to happen. The play used to be good for a laugh among the few of us on our own. You could see the…
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Let it rage.
I shall not suppress you.
Let your rage speak to you of the sorrow it hides,
until your sadness swallows you whole.
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A Praying Mantis
clover to bright emerald green
landed on my sleeve
and lingered as I worked
in my hay field.
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Say say say say say say says our I-I-I-me tunes:
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Figures are a strip tease.
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I killed it.
Didn't even relocate it back to its outdoor home, as I had work to do.
This is being human.
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Meagan rides the subway with perfect lips and deep thoughts, looking moody out the smudged window like an actress in a Sofia Coppola film.
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Between chapters, he trained my dog, Buster. He taught him to fetch bottle caps, roll over for no reason, and to play dead whenever someone raised their voice
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Desire, nervousness and your power, in even your slightest look, I find it so addicting, harboring transformative impossibilities.Is this, I wonder, all that can really happen — wishing, dreaming? Consuming, I can't leave or lose it, not knowing, can't stop thinking…
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Quite out of nowhere, my grandfather appeared to me, smoking his pipe and sipping his gentian liqueur. With myself drawing an edelweiss, sitting beside him, my hands and my heart warming themselves at the stove, my feet in large lamb fur-lined boots. Born in the mountain,…
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Sometimes words are carved in stone, but you won't find these in this poem
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“Time to check out,” I tell myself, looking at sailboats and surfers from the open window of my hotel room. I inhale minty incense and gaze down on a dark-skinned woman in a sombrero beneath towering palm trees. Laid out before her on a folding table ar
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The man with the truncheon emerged at the monorail car's forward connecting doorway. One moment the space was vacant, a faux metal canvas for the dazzling sunlight streaming through a grime-encrusted window. When next Theseus Harrow looked up from his seat the dark-suited…
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It's house has seen every day and every night
From its windows stars are born and die
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I walked into a novel and sat down on a rock. The language was distressed and full of cyclones and swells. I could smell embalming fluid and folklore. Everywhere I went there were doorknobs, escalators, and clocks. Objects of all genre overflowing with prose. I stood at …
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I decided this time I’m going right to the end.
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The couple sit at an outside table at McDonalds.
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the space between two antelopes
is a canyon,
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Here were men trying their best to kill other men....
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The east wind probes through the eaves, pushing at the walls, as though it wants to drag us out into the cold, to swallow us whole.
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Cacao production had always been a tenuous enterprise insofar as commercial cacao tree cultivation had always been limited roughly to the land zones within twenty degrees of the equator north and south.
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Flying mammal with thin membrane forelimb adaptive wings. Amazing number of species from fruit-eating to insectivores. All capable of landing in your hair at night.
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I won't read between the lineswhen the linesI'm daily given are half truthsI will take what you sayas truewhenthe truthsuits me as well as it suits youI heard you yelling at him, you knowyou didn't know I was home yet but I wasI was grabbing a package off the…
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I don't want to see her again. No more pain. This one has barely healed. It hurt too much on that grey day when she said no to my longing eyes. "Don't look so sad," they used to tell me. I'm taking a different road now, I make a detour, I avoid her shop and her silhouette…
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The coals lose their glow.Sun kisses the back of my neck goodbye.Someone plays Boys of Summer one more time.The cooler tips... The tides go out...
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They wear their bodies recklessly, these cempazuchitl, these flowers of the dead.
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