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Intimacy is safer in the dark.
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I visit my brother on Sundays, unless I go on Saturday instead. I don't think he knows the difference. His hospital sits about an hour away. It's an okay place but they keep him hidden from everyone else. I wish they ‘d let him…
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But, I'm not done yet! We are so sorry,the number you are trying to reach hasbeen disconnected. That is the problem,isn't it? While the so-called Guardianswere busy arguing over sex andmoney, the enemy crept up on uslike petty thieves in the foul-smelling air.Civilization…
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no lute could stay tuned no sword could defend / no table could hide no dame could escape.
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...a cold, inelegant drizzle...
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We're in a sedate forest next to a boisterous beach. The sky is sea green above the trees and forest green above Sinepuxent Bay. Chaste squirrels are keeping a lookout for bad-boy gulls. Kids on circus bikes ride out of the woods into their bathing suits. The…
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An ancient text he held up high. “The final truth,” said scholars. So old priests built a mighty house by drinking poor men's dollars. A holy screed of secret words from times of robes and feet. But later on some others…
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EnzymesI enjoy learning about enzymes. In the human body, they're catalysts. They interfere, breaking substances down so they may be sent on their way to accomplish a task. Imagine a cluster of construction workers; shit-talking, cat-calling dames, engaging in mildly (or…
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Most of the boys I pretended to marry thought my classroom seductions were funny, but there is a chance that one of the boys turned violent against me.
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The Street singer gathers up his coins
and counts to a hundred before
The last string stops vibrating
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I know I’m in the sky all night
And can lie back and sometimes have some fun
But these stars around me aren’t everything in life
I still miss the sun
After your first lover threw you back
Into the frozen ocean of life
You never came back
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Because her mother died when she was five.Because a child should not lose her mother at the age of five.Because the nuns dressed her as baby Jesus.Because she wasn't educated past the age of 13.Because she had to stop going to school to work for her aunt's who beat her and…
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Sometimes/in the middle of the night/awake under a panoply/as caustic as Doré/illustrating Dante
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Donna and I get out of the car...
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She took a desolate road as the wind blew.
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Let me tell you about extraterrestrial bingo: it's loud. They put the speakers over my head. And the microphone keeps moving. Most of the organisms here are old. And from another planet. I see a lot of tentacles. A lot of auras and bugeyes. Everyone seems to know the…
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reading books does not save you from death / nor does it keep poverty away: /
what explains literacy's appeal? / reading books equips us to engage.
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December 1995 “It's almost Christmas! Of course I'm going.” Gert's bosom swelled like a peacock's fan. “If you were more of a Christian, you'd go, too, Joe.”“Right. And leave the Mr. Kiddie Porn King of the World Wide Web here while…
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I almost kept him
on the shelf with all the trophies.
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A.The poem of rational progression is dulling.Make the leap. Go beyond juxtaposition to collision.We like poetry that does double duty, triple duty, quadruple duty. We like poetry that mixes the grit, poetry that has the texture of complexity.Reason asserts an…
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Wait for it. It's not the end of the world, it's the end of certain things. It's not that the sky is falling, it's that the coral reefs are dead or dying. I don't know how the ravaged trees have managed to survive this long with us breathing…
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but all I can give them now are air hugs
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The child was delivered, set to breathing, and whisked away before Fae Anne could even catch a glimpse of her.
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Paris, October 1989I had the distinct and eerie sensation of being followed as I made my way down the Boulevard Saint-Michel. I moved instinctively away from my dorm room on the campus of the Sorbonne and toward the Île de la Cité, that tiny island which contains both the…
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