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Your voice is yearning,
Like a sad song on the radio,
A yarn spun to make hearts break.
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in White Heat
there’s a character
who reads lips
using a mirror to see
the mouths of prisoners
in other cells
that’s how I feel
when I talk
with you
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If you can bear with me a couple of minutes, I'll tell you the story of my little brother Jett. It seems quite trivial, but actually it has left a mark on me and might even touch a cynical person. I took the time, with his help, to recollect it just for the memory…
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Lucky for mama, he doesn't like for his women to work.
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As the other mammals go extinct,/
we can’t presume we are immune//
because of big brains and a history/
of belief in the control of nature.
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You better read the papers
If you don’t understand
Cause as of last night
I’m a one-man band
You’d better walk through water
With your boots on fire
Cause Baby I don’t think
I can take this any higher
You’d better find out what I dr
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a sixteen year old girl
Denim
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You were busy, moving, alert inconstant motion; packingbooks, clothes, paintings;deciding yes to this, no to that. I was simply tryingto settle somewhere in the space.We'd known it for years when things were in place. Now, this abrupt interruption of…
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Argus was on to me from the moment I unrolled my mat.
He knew damn well I was in the wrong room,
but he turned blind eyes.
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Fall in Love by Darryl PriceWhat the black lives matter peopleare saying is black lives matter, too.Just as much. What blue meanies aspeople are saying is blue mattersmore. I don't believe that and neitherdo you. What the green lives matterpeople are saying is we must…
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Over the last few nights I re-watched the Lord of the Rings. Peter Jackson's now-classic films of Tolkien's famous trilogy are always a delight to sit through. Fair warning, though: I've not read the books upon which the movies are based. Or rather, I've not read all of…
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1I'VE BEEN looking though books of paintings and I've been thinking …
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Oh, what jealousy does to us! What love does to the living!
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Under the concrete I find myself drownedand I'd swum, scrambled, and tried to breach but it set in my ways. And I can't swim aground.Can't move forward. Only flounder and reach. She moved away to her side of the bedafter she'd finished sucking my limp…
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-Hey, life! Nobody answers? WTF?
-Ah life! Nobody answers me. Well, what did I expect?
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I have now migrated to new surroundings. A new master, no, a new mistress. The fluids have slightly changed: they taste odd and could even be toxic as I feel a burn inside me. Otherwise the temperature is the same with its usual variables.I long for my twin K. We were…
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...coming into that bone yard, you just hang a right, go on past La Fontaine, and take a left a bit further on. Jimbo's right up in there.
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Your blue Jesus staresand your blush colored liliesthe shadows crossingpast pursed lipsAnimal LoverI am your purring beast.Painting by Alessandro Tomassetti. Poem by Didi Menendez.
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Why would anyone stash a used condom in a Bible?
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He couldn’t count the bags of grain
on a boxcar except by hand.
He didn’t know his times tables,
couldn’t multiply.
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The energies align to compel you,/
wave by field, charge by pulse, into/
an ever increasing circle of speed
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Rose lifted her 55-year-old legs until they were perpendicular to the bed and admired how girlish they looked. It gave her the sexy legs of a 20-year old, if the morning light was right and she squinted a bit.
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I will be heresitting on this pavementon this blockin this neighborhoodwith my legs crossedwith a dogwith another dog with his bonein front of my housein front of the mammothsunflowersdrinking a glass of waterreading a booklistening to Discobecause I'm weird like…
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You think I don't know, that's your whole stupid problem. You don't believe in anyone. You must enjoy living in a dark lonely universe. I don't know if you know or not about the lights that live in your own head, but I believe …
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Grange was still cussing up storms and other calamities in the well-illuminated heat of central Kansas at mid-day when he thought he spied Dennis Hopper . . .
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I polished his shoes to an avid black; sewed buttons backand mended torn silk and cotton.His clothing was my busy work. Needle, thread, stitch, and iron,I was his apothecary of linens.Blood, wine, soup, vomit --these I cleaned too, until all theircolor and scent…
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From the way your hand touches the bread of full mornings, far distances.
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What do you do when the only safe space to crawl is under your desk, a dark womb or a cave, you clutch at your knees in casethat sinking in your gut tries to consume. What do you do when you wake up intothe day only wanting to curl insidea little ball and…
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