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Wine nourishes, subdues memories, keeps eyes dry, and head heavy. We are up to our third bottle. Your head is on my lap. Gray hair uncombed, you feign sleep. My left arm is draped nonchalantly over the curvy edge of the chaise lounge, gold velvet with…
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I wear the mask of a wizard. I like to groan when I'm sick. I am pushing this sentence into your mind. I'm driving it like a tractor. I'm plowing the air. I'm seeding the air with words. The words grow into metaphors. Meaty metaphors. Meataphores. I am king of an…
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My doubt is a festering wound. It leaks infection into my body, spreading through the good parts of me that I know remain. It is always there, somewhere. It is a parasite, a corrupt outgrowth of me. It lives in the darkest parts, the hidden parts, always looking for…
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Stitches were made
to resolve into skin
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I was a form without body.
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i sat in the car for a while
/ even after i arrived at the house
/ facing the garden with my headlights on
/ casting on it a dreary sort of fantasy
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You don’t like the look of Ruther as he comes out of the tin-roofed hut and squints into the sun. He looks like a real troublemaker. Just what you need right now. It’s going to be one of those days when you wake up and your coffee maker shorts out, you
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An old man,with a rat like thing peeking through his camouflage jacket,sat in the disabled seat, staring at me with a glaze of recognition covering his thinning face from two weeks ago.We'd run into one another again, since he moved into some supportive housing apartment,…
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Life strikes another blow and away I go: back to the cave to sleep, read, write, dream, soothed by rocking chair therapy, spend hours on hours looking at photo memories, lighting incense and candles, crying, howling out the injustices smothering me. …
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Legless dancer may you rest./We killed it, night tout a mile/your costumes to vagrants' arias.
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He arrived in a vibrant green puffa jacket, orange jersey, purple t-shirt. Watched his parents leave, suddenly made out of cobwebs. Then he crashed on his bed, nerves spilling out of him, knocking him out.ART SCHOOL 1986She was a good painter. Too good. He smoked in…
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The fruit of thy womb, the shrapnel embedded in her belly, the damage done, the Lord have mercy. Seagulls throw themselves against the North wind, again and again, a perpetual motion of disappointment.
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Well, no, idiot, you could think to yourself all you wanted to: turning down the Univ. of Chicago, all other things (like financial aid) in place, to go to B.C., would be like turning down Columbia, all other things considered, to go to B.U. ¶ You would
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1. Premonition “He had a premonition,” Agnes, the widow, said. “He said he was going to die.” “Ma,” Gregg said, “he always said he was going to die. He was the Fred Sanford of Central Ave.” “But this time it came…
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At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…
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"So what about this week's selection?" I ask cheerfully. "What did everybody think?"
"I liked it!" says Liz. She always does--her tastes aren't very discriminating.
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Uncounted hens and piglets/
die at my demand. The killing floor//
runs red for me. I am/
monstrous to creatures small and great,
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I had a temperature of 105 degrees. I lost all my hair.
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Tabitha approached her daughter, eyes not managing to veer away in time to miss the tutu rising up the chunky ham legs.
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It's not a drive I make often, bubbling my way through those fermenting hot warrens with slow simmering eyes, or through the ripe, vanishing stands and bug-infested bill boards, upright, by a sliver, the few remaining insects clinging desperately to keep the…
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Death.
That which lays all men equal in the eyes of the earth.
Their is one for each of us, a unique snowflake of demise tailor made for every organism that persists in this convoluted game of life.
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He is the kind of boy that is so handsome / you already expect there is something wrong with him
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If this isn’t Paradise, what is?/ Your own eyes wide with/ the imagination, the knowing,/ the not-knowing of it all.
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Her thirteen year old daughter had hung herself in the hallway closet of the old house. Now the closet was empty and unused. The door was locked.
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He took off his sombrero and playfully placed it on my head. “And really, don’t be upset. You’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with loving your cat.”
He was right, there is nothing wrong with loving your cat. But there is something wrong with owning a di
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Napkins have become theater. They're folded so intricately, uniquely, into such a variety of animals and objects and patterns and shapes. A man talking into a microphone, a meat loaf, a soliloquy of cloth, a brain crawling toward a thought. It is astonishing what…
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One cold winter's day she met what she thought was the love of her life. He had everything going for him but his age. You see the sweet young thing was a lot younger than her. One might say that she had lived many lives before he had been born.
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Sometimes the wind comes across the fields and you would swear that it can be known. Going along the one lane there I look out and see those vast spaces and then refocus on to closer on. Swinging the truck into a side road that goes far and far and then left, I pull into…
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