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I'm standing on a toilet, trapped behind a stall. Watching Father U mop up the blood.
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I move, press my mouth to her ribs and trace
a line between her breasts with one, sticky
fingertip.
She
closes
deep
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“Kids okay?” I didn’t mean anything by it–it would have been innocent small talk any other time–but he took up the suggestion.
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The Bird King's advisors and ministers are a range of rusty kitchen utensils. They all observe a respectful silence in his presence.——Contrary to popular belief, the Bird King is not an atheist. His meathook priests do their rounds at twilight.——The…
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The wind has no voice
and yet we listen,
perhaps imagining the ramblings
of a mad man
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Trapped inside a seashell, almost pickled and eaten for dinner—could my life become any more bizarre?
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& where, I wonder, is the poet’s planet,
What kind of king, or queen rules it?
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Knowing this is too long for here I won't be crushed or enraged if no one has the time to read it. Also, it's not fiction.
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Out in the open air, the sun's rays washing over the dead, open fields, Nick lay, his back against the wall of the train platform, eyes facing the sky, hands outstretched to the…
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I once read a book of warnings.
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The air is dry and smoky from a fire some miles away. The air is cool. A pair of vultures is soaring in a circle high above the rising land.
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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,
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they'll leave soon for the drive north on the interstate
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Almost every weekend I'd ask Henry to go out with me and Marge, telling him we could double and, hey, maybe he could bring Ellen, who he dated a while back, who still asked about him. I'd suggest such things as going to a movie or out for a few drinks to reminisce about our…
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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Words reach out of my mind for paradise. And come back with rocks.
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I give you three words
dripping wet with whatever and you
take them, harbor them...
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He and Nick got a long very well, and would speak about things for hours until the morning came; and Betsy would supply them with food and coffee, and clever sayings all the while Johnny watched it all over. Tonight though, they had watched La Rafle, and
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I have a few medical issues.
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He wore his hip in his hips, his lipsShe wanted to know if he would lick the edgesWhen he pulled the coffee cup from his mouthA bit of foam clung to his moustacheShe watched it there, wondering if he wouldTwirl it off with his fingersOr lick it, his tongue darting out like…
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No preview available due to the brevity of the piece. In fact, this comment itself is longer than the piece.
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The big wigs call it aiding and abetting. I became an left-handed accountant with a tendency to fudge numbers for the damned.
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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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....the first/
in a long history of indignities.
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Just a little shop girl in for the summer. Working on a typewriter. Barely knowing where the keys were. That was her. She was terrible at it. He was in a suit. He looked short, and thin, but something about him was captivating. He was in his own way hands
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His eyes begin to glisten like hot green wax pooling around the
wick
of a
pretty little candle.
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Paris was a better place for African Americans in those days. Josephine Baker sent a spray of roses. James Baldwin helped him find a good apartment.
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Myrna came home from her new, midnight shift, waitressing job at the Waffle House saying she was sorry but she couldn't take any more gray-haired Jesus-types with their dollar bills held high, releasing a few so they would flutter, as if borne by wings, onto the tables as…
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