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Here in the silence of now are many sounds. The larger singular one, of course, but also the dishwasher practicing its drums over and over. The large truck passing by. The birds calling out the snow and wind for its overcrowding presence. The…
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he dreams of limp victims stepping out of the waves/ water draining from skin and hair
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This caused a problem when some raccoons, skunks and a fox were found lingering on and around the premises (separately, of course).
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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When I stopped drinking,the desire to write poems was gone.Remember this to be true.The black dog still waits in the distancenot far from the fence.I watch it and open the sliding windowsto let the winter air run amuck through my kitchen doorengulfing me with…
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With whatever else physicists may learn . . . perhaps they will begin to see that the connections between the physical world and non-physical domains of existence have an explanatory power which has only barely been considered.
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"...regurgitating double A's
all akimbo."
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Men and women, close and distant, angling for attention, or not. Glasses washed, stacked put in their place, cell phones on bar instead of cigarette packs.
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“But he's going to the University of Chicago!” “I know.” …
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I went to see an audiologist this afternoon. He specialized in tinnitus. Good news for me. I've been plagued with tinnitus for 55 years. It started the morning after a catastrophic experience with LSD. It was there when I awoke in a padded room in a hospital in San José,…
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The light was bright andthey sat on the railing of the long wooden bridge in the sun. She looked up at her father."Oh Daddy, where did you go?" she asked.He was young with black shinny hair blowing in the wind. "To Heaven, little girl,"She shook her head."What's…
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what-ta-hell, fuck this/he snorts brushing/
the dust from his shoulders
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Not a fuss, not a stink,
The eulogy, deep, will make one think,
Grandmother, sat in back, will wink
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When silence makes his way next to me on the narrow path, I let his arm brush mine, and I stop singing with the birds. So, in the vast forest filled with songs and rustling, silence and I follow our path to the edge. Two tranquil strollers, meditating on the ancient voices…
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and light bleeds into the darkness
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He introduced me as his sister, as if that's all I was. His sibling, a random accident of birth, a point on one of those family trees. She wasn't what I expected. Her skin was perfect and her smile was cutely lopsided. They had spent the day outdoors, and his hair was…
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No one knew why DVices were so hard to find. No one knows for sure anyway.
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Shhhh, my husband is trying to write...
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The brown grackle chirps/
as she chomps a plump cricket-/
melodious meal.
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I'm in a pediatric emergency roomThere are teenagers who don't want to liveAnd babies who won'tBecause viruses still spread and people won't learnThe election results are coming inAnd somehowFucking somehowUnderqualified, overly bigoted politicians still winUnder the banner…
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"Why bother?" Her companion muttered something not dissimilar.
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The misspent effort reposed spontaneously, a prank worth ending with the dog letter: “GrrrrrrrR!”
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The conspicuous police car was conspicuously just ahead.
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We all get in a carriage of tin and volcanic glass and go a-touring. We had quite an itinerary to fulfill, all of it loosely applied to the principle of serendipity. We toured Luxembourg and tossed pretzels to the bankers who did tricks for us, somersaults and complex…
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The candle was near the windowsill.It smelled like the musk my father used to spray before he went awayto work.Oh father, I remember you,your chocolate brown eyes,would watch the sunrisebefore breakfast;serious- so serious and waiting for something that…
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A drunken evening, both men soused and twitchy. An argument ensues with Yellow House roommate Paul Gauguin. The two dissing each other’s work like clicking beetles
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