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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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she's balanceshe's no regretshe's be yourselfshe's promises madeshe's dreams never endshe's a rainbowshe's last night on earthshe's head over heelsshe's oh yeahshe's purple rosesshe's sweet surrendershe's ever after blissshe's all the riches she's behind the wheelshe's…
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every color of sound turned to green /
human beasts’ treadmill tastes must be trained: / we may yet starve to death, but we’ll die de-brained!
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There’s a sudden
Burst of color
Like the dispersal of a ghost
In a light wind
And now candy wrappers are
Scattered all over the heavens
It looks like God got lit up
By the sky
As we flew too c
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Do you know how much it takes to holdthe spring you love against your lips? No angel, or I, will ever begrudge, nor the planets that have to slow their pace and stumble their orbits a degree behind to make the magic that keeps our grip. We could have been elephants…
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It's 50/50 that you'll ever pad your knee enough to ever kneel on it.
Your back hurts, the Orthapedist labels it arthritis.
I think that means we're getting old,
so I crawl up the tower of your body
as I'm a little younger, more sprightly.
You're a
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Already past the harbinger of yellow crocus
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a girl in a red cap
flashes by
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I haven't felt my soul leave my body
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As a boy Edward had stayed in the confessional several times in a row. The priest was drunk and couldn't tell it was the same kid over and over. The tiny door slid open…”Scobbity bobbity…tell me your sins…” Edward confessed what he thought were sins, then said…
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My name is Love
and I want to go home.
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Mothers and sons and war, an old story...
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I spent twelve years in Buffalo one winter lying on a mattress looking out the window. The breakup with J filled my teeth with blood, which I mistook for antifreeze.
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Tempered in lightning and thunderstorms, when I was young those storms fascinated me and how to prove my smarts from time to time.One, one-thousand, two. We only have so much time.Sitting with my feet in the sand on the beach with ghost crabs everywhere at night,…
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The girls had gathered in the hall. Carefully dressed and made up, they appeared as rows of variegated artworks in front of the audience. In their eyes the lights flickered like small luminous petals. Celia sat in the middle row. The spirit was exactly right. Her decision…
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I turned to ask, “What is going on? Don't you remember me? “ But she was gone
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"As soon as you're born, they make you feel small."--John LennonI cannot do anything about how beautiful you are, my sour flower, but I can tell you this much: Joni Mitchell is better than all the cowards in the world. They all chose to somehow…
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a poem that unwrapped itself so casually I tucked it under my tongue, just to make sure
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The squirrels love the sun
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with so many thick curtains hung out to shroud/ so many unlit eyes, Night you’d think could spare/ a small few for our diversion . . .
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Some misadventures of band members have caused show postponements
And cancellations during the band's 50-year-long career
The start of a European tour was postponed in 1998
When one of them fell off a ladder in his home
But the band didn’t
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Playing dead was a lot like dying might be… if you can imagine it. My eyes were open and I feigned death as well as ever a man has played the part of a corpse.
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TW: Self-harm. I wanted to write a mental health essay that wasn't all rah! rah! and with as little sentimentality as possible. Out of everything I've published, I've gotten the most feedback from this--people telling me it helped them understand a loved one better, etc.…
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1. In a room beyond the bridge Cortez watched the spiders. The little ones wept over their mother who was fingering the dust on the sill for a last remaining morsel of dried blood in the chaff. They knew what had to happen. It was…
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Sandbled, undertaker
birds arrive
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still to early to dodge leaping bodies on misty roads at night
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I have shellfish and sailfish
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In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,
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