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It is suddenly very cold. Mon opens his eye. He sees fog, the ground. A skeletal tree. Where am I? he thinks. ... Mon listens. He can hear distant noises through the fog: laughter, …
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...Yet today, I fear /
ordinary names for fantastic objects: Sex, Love, Mind.
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His middle name was Perceval. He judged the first Miss America contest in 1922. He saw himself primarily as a storyteller in the Dickensian mode.He claimed to be an illustrator rather than an artist. He disliked driving but loved to walk, and preferred…
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The most beautiful possible thing is to deprive all places of their meanings.
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How long to make something pretty?
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you're landscape
under her flight path, brother
one dash in a dotted line
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I sit in a café
and watch the near palms of summer
swaying against the far ridge of hills
and young girls walking along
in their sleeveless summer dresses.
Their shoulders speaking their
long history of sex
and future children,
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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Just after Al snapped the shutter the fucking monkey tried to tear his face off.
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Billy Joel wants to hold my hand.
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“Easter’s coming,” my wife says. “Should I dress as a bunny or a chicken?” she asks. She means for the costume party.
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At five o’clock in the afternoon, at five o’clock / in the afternoon
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True story: T.S. Eliot introduced Virginia Woolf to new dance steps including the Grizzly Bear and the Chicken Strut.
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What doesn't kill you gives you great material.
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He can’t enlarge the rock—/
can only find its safest distance
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But who am I kidding. We aren’t in love. Being in love is for high schoolers or middle aged divorcees exploring their sexuality. Our love is real, sweaty, backwards, forwards, angry, trusting. We love as you only can after seeing someone at their best and
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and coughed its grey net over the candle lit world outside. Birds of an arrow sprang into thin air and disappeared over the hills in a quick shortness of zoom-breath-- like a stiffened branch snapping . It's cold. There're …
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God’s hearing aid is missing
And apparently needs an enormous battery
But no one has the
heart to tell Him
because who wants to be
shouting at God?
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She was sick and tired of marriage. She didn't want to be a mother, but now she was.
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It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
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Whatever it is, the night vibe feeds off that disadvantage, nibbles at the desperation of those who come here.
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purely fun,
humane, scientific,
old time religious
experimentation
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Her light blue eyes fixed on a point to our left, past one of the church steeples poking out of the flat, charred ground – like a toothpick protecting a birthday cake from its cellophane ceiling; an untouched bethesda keeping the never-blue sky from crash
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the
unutterable
things of
this
world
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You always liked the color of your nose, raspberry red. It matched the glittery dazzle of your rainbow hair when the neon lights hit it just right, and man did they always hit it just right, the vibrant honey-yellow big-bird frizz and feathers, swaying to and fro as…
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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What would you do today if you knew your time was up
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