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Same Grape, Different Name

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on this scenic route you will likely encounter a handful of bicycle spoke lobster traps.

The Artist Wannabe

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Hot Weather

The World's Loneliest Girl

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Turns out it was you. But. You made it into the latest dumping ground in spite of their voted insults. In spite of being told you weren't even going to be around to be danced with. The loneliest girl now looks perfectly trim and trendy to all eyes.…

Bullshit Aeneid

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Of arms and the man...

The Family of Unsharpened Pencils

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and pressed an area on my forehead between my eyes

Life as a Porno

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It could as well be late night infomercials/ saturating the screen// with medieval looking exercise machines

Tree Voices (revised)

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Shhhhhhhh...

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Father Dunne's School for Wayward Boys #1

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A young girl wavering between celibacy and punk mother-lust despair came to visit us each night

Pet Sitter

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We didn't know him from Adam...

Surrendering August

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on the far shore, in the vineyards timed charges explode like the sun catching on fire it scares crows away from the grapes

The Clairvoyant Dwarf, The Jester, and the Tame Elk of Prague

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All were part of the household of Court Astronomer Tycho Brahe (1546-1601) who lost his nose in a duel as a student and went through life thereafter wearing a gold prosthetic one instead and who met and fell in love with a commoner who bore him eigh

A Hiaku for Her

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the lonely, only

Love Story

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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.

Really Beautiful Skank

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She really was a beautiful skankFeral coated and dusted with sugarAn inked up divining rodTelling us on earth what God thinks

Finger Weaving A Voyageur Sash

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Night's air awhirl, the sky shoots fireflies. Sometimes, she bleeds black arrows in her dreams.

Two or Three Late Encounters with Empiricism

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Schrödinger did not keep cats about just by accident, and were they keeping an eye on him!

Slipstream

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Moments before they had been holding hands, but when they turned the corner and she told him she did not want to go down the dark path he had turned also, into someone she did not recognize and could not understand.

The Last Warrior

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His wings, like tiny shoots, grew a season in an instant. The pain was gone now. He rose up as effortlessly as centaurs run, as angels fly. "I will sing your name as my brother among my brothers," the Seraph promised. Kladius watched the beasts below

inevitable

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The City

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“A story shines brighter through a tear in your eye,” You say

Something for Seniors

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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn

Apathy.

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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.

End Time

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and you fall down.

Spider on a Red Thing

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Equality became the next goal, rendering gay redundant in describing marriage. Gaelic life is ringed with sharing and lent the word slogan.

Sparrow Down

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There's no surcease from heat, no "cool of the evening," like the songs say about summer in the South. Those songwriters sat under fans in the Brill Building in downtown Manhattan.

Wandering the Streets of Fitzrovia

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I’m deathly afraid of the pub crawls of my ancestors, through Bohemia and Fitzrovia because of the ghosts of alcohol already etched inside my veins and the headlong loss of oxygen

The Guardian of Starlight

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now the days are empty and time has lost its head

Sleeping on Route 110

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in the deep dark of a 2 a.m. atmosphere

Lobster

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She loved me once. When we were young and the world revolved slowly in our hands. She never said as much, but she did. I knew by the way she moved, the looks, the whispers in the dead of night that carried only to my ears. We spent weeks on that beach in…