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Back To Green Gables

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Market Day

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I'd rather slit my wrists with a Triscuit...


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I took her out to a drive-in movie and we had sex in the back seat of my car. Then went into the concession stand to get something sweet after so much sex, and everyone was in there doing the same thing, you could tell by the flushed look on their faces

Three Micros

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I asked the hospice nurse about maggots.

the impossibility of self

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To say what is my self to myself? How does one even begin? Then to think that one could take those disparate elements, experiences, beliefs, and aspirations and convey them to another succinctly: it is like my students writing their 5-paragraph essays on the history of…

Il Vecchio Camino

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They won’t let me make a fire in the fireplace

George Martian (psych eval)

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Take You Me for a Sponge, My Lord?

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Who does that besides Kafka, Arreola, and Steven Wright?

the rest of sleep

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peripheral dreams fall out from the head / the body squirms then burrows abed: / “have you had a good life? you now have less! / —led a hard life instead? you soon will be gone!”

whispered boat

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word boat

The Game Show Support Network

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Those who have lost at game shows meet each week for mutual support. All is well, until they start disappearing in ways related to their ill-fated appearances as contestants.

The Secret Is Silence

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the marionette's strings in smoky lounge acts we love to hate

The portrait

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Gestures we would like to make in the solitude of a café terrace ... Early in the morning ... She's sitting there, seems shivering. Grey dress, red scarf. Her eyes move. I try to meet them - small, vague black clouds which pass, without resting, by mine. She drinks her…

Old Love Passes By Like a Landscape

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from a moving train. The lost ball inthe tall grass still wants for no one. AndI'm suposed to pretend? You got yoursmile from something, not someone. But it took all your long hair in the process. You've been looking for the one true grace, the ultimate…


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This is how life should be.

The Optimist

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If people were more loyal to me we wouldn't be having all these problems.


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Across her chest a tapestry of wires interconnected. Intensive. Care From Old English—to lament. Unit.

I Dreamt I Was Vermeer

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I dreamt I was Vermeer For just a little while I took this photo of a criminal A mugshot really And claimed I had painted it From memories of a previous life He looked just like a Vermeer With the light coming in From the side of his fac

Inaction (or a disease of consciousness)

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“... More weighty than wisdom or wealth is a little folly" (Ecclesiastes)


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The garden grew tomatoes.

Two Hundred Words--2

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It stormed the night before Carson broke his neck

Ways of Seeing: Carracci

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I have become interested in Carracci / Ludovico Carracci

Neatly Creased Newspapers

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A thin line separated her lips, like something sketched with a pencil.

five shards of the ancient and the antique

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“Outis of Utopia” my found name! / I'll inscribe it soon as the tide goes out.


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stray fingertips undid your name and wept

The Joint is Out of Time: A Journal of the Plague Year, Day 108

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History in the unmaking.

Attacking Panic

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I'm panicking trying to think of the next line in this poem

The Ballad of the Summer Grains

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It is a day of swallows and grasshoppers, of white clouds and suntanned arms. In the yellow field wheat ears burn, lit by fantasies. One of wheat, one of rye. Summer love, holiday love is in the air. Under the thickness of the harvest, their roots search, call each other.…

Nola Visit

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The little Lady and I drove down to New Orleans to take in the Mardi Gras festivities we’d read so much about.

There is a Sadness

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now I cannot shake. I am only one person. Thereis a sadness. I cannot understand. Fathom. Control. Manipulate. Detonate.I used to kiss her tenderly. Do you think this sadness is wise to us? Don't point that gun at me! There is a sadness. There is another war. Iam…