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A young girl wavering between celibacy and punk mother-lust despair came to visit us each night
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We didn't know him from Adam...
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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
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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
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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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
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Night's air awhirl, the sky shoots fireflies.
Sometimes, she bleeds black arrows in her dreams.
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Schrödinger did not keep cats about just by accident, and were they keeping an eye on him!
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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.
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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
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“A story shines brighter through a tear in your eye,” You say
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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.
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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.
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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.
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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
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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in the deep dark of
a 2 a.m. atmosphere
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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…
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My first love was a woman of principle. Never deny your man was her motto.
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The younger woman asked Scott if he loved Jesus.
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We are/no more than heartbeats on repeat.
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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A response to Darryl Price's "Hello Is All There Is".
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