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A. Dandelion (Part I )Go down, ahead. I've seen that avenue all my life. The burning weeds are full of the lovely fallen. I truly believed in what you said, we were going to meet and become wild and free of the list of secret lies. When I lift my…
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The most unoriginal, trite and hackneyed story ever written!
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The sky’s on fire with existence
When I’m around you
Your wandering kisses enter my soul
But your quiet beauty may be
What really carries you
It is like
Finding and touching the
Pearl of existence
To be near you
Was that your tattoo
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We laugh at them, parading two-by-two, the elephants rolling tail to trunk across the makeshift gangplank, wide slats flexing under their sway. A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs and their clandestine movements stun a cricket and his mate. Birds squat…
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The year begins well here
with much needed rain
and tee-shirt temperatures.
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The second anniversary of Quillette's 7 January 2020 piece “National Book Foundation Defines Diversity Down” (byline: Kevin Mims) is upon us. The piece seems not to have been overread or much remembered over the interim . . .
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The trio stuffed their grilling equipment in a battered van and left for Dixieland Speedway at 4:30 am.
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they say it's the holiday season
they've been saying this for a very long time
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My grief is made up of
Demons fighting to
Claw their way first
Out of my eyes
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Having once had a holiday misadventure as a teenager I've become cautious. Overcautious perhaps, timid, but that's me now at twenty left with persistent scars. You might want me to elaborate on my experience but I prefer not to. It's become part of my personal domain,…
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I'm more ash now than cigar.
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Jerry pulls back the throttle and squints through the window of the cockpit at the little abandoned village below. “Silent Valley,” he says in a voice-over style like in the promotional videos. The quietest place in the Western Hemisphere.”The huts…
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I remember the living room heater
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“Snobs,” our head housekeeper Denise called them in her deep voice, while peering out from under her glasses at me.
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I remember having a beer once
And feeling like a minor god
And I know in some lie you told
Your life began making sense
And I also know that the mind likes logic
But the heart loves chaos
I just hope flies land on the butter of your soul
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What happens in life when no one is watching?
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The Guy Behind Me
only had one item.
And he looked too young
to fully grasp
Loneliness.
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Death threats? Just another mumbling day in the world of Willy Gregg.
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At step blinding speed we all alight somewhere in the world
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The candles and my brain
flame
like a torch
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Unless we see it, probe it,
Name it, star by star, and feel
This awful, tenuous gratitude.
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ride crests and troughs of ceaseless change, / without delight but without fear, / and once it’s time to leave, then simply go, /
without regret, with no unseemly fuss.
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growing up fumbling for excuses your fingers, clumsy littlepads of flesh you don't recognize a scatter plot of acnethat won't erase by mirrorwhy this scene doesn't workkissing the detachable lips of bobby-soxed methodgirlswho keep…
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