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Don’t worry, she said
It’s not blonde down there
But she is wrong
It’s just as blonde down there
As anywhere
The light down along her arms
For instance
The down along her cheek
On the back of her neck
Her thighs
Apparently I am n
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Maybe you, citizen, should be a jerk. Jerks get where they are going. You, citizen, what about you? Handy, dandy, where’s the jerk? Conformists. Sheep. All of you, all of us, boiling out our radiators. Spending our day, our days, our lives in coope
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I caught a fragment of a charged argument as I passed them. The young man said, “Well, I am talking about love.” And the young woman with equal volume checkmated with, “Well, I am talking about money.” Though their lives were none of my business, this exc
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He disrobes; shoes, socks,
shirt, belt, pants. He smells of hard work.
The nude whisper of everything else.
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dreaming in my cartoon life
the car lifts its legs
a hundred feet in the air
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I grew up in a little red house filled with books. Both of my parents love to read, and the proof piled up in every room. Current books in the bedroom. Books from the last ten to twenty years in the living room and kitchen. Old books from their childhood and college days on…
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The trouble was, Bernie couldn't keep his old companion anymore. After having shared his small house with him for the most part of his life he had to let him go. He advertised, asked around, but no one seemed interested. No one wanted his friend, not even as a gift.…
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Years later Polyphemus still remembers the wine-soaked taste of Odysseus’s men. The barley and garlic-flavored Greeks. Their flesh a fibrous, blood-hued hummus. Their crunched bones releasing sweet marrow.
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She wakes up with rosemary.
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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By whatever stretch of imagination, I was not acting heroic or selfless. Under similar circumstances, any stranger would have done the same. Apparently, at the time, I was the only stranger in the crowd... if nothing else clever. Now, that I can be
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Of birth, migration / Disappointment /Regret, sad conversation/
Turned into the stone of history
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Newhouse returned his gaze to his wet palm, which he lifted to his nose with suspicion, sniffed again and again, then struggled to move out from under the growing stream.
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On hot Southern days /
when the air shimmered
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"That's not what I meant."
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Among the raindrops/
occasional plopping snowflakes.
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Tomiko did not feel lost. Although she struggled to understand what was going on around her, she knew where she wanted to go.
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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I don't think you understand. A sad boy doesn't just die inside, slowly he becomes withdrawn from certain types of lovely youthful reasoning out loud, accustomed to feeling what is expected of him to be allowed to survive another day.The…
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He didn’t even have the energy to tell me to tie her up when he got home.
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In one instance, a previous tenant experimented with keeping barrels and bins on the deck next to their (now your) back door. This caused a problem when some raccoon, skunks and a fox were found lingering on and around the premises (separately, of course)
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the steady, persistent work of beauty
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I'll be right with you, just putting the last touch to this flower arrangement. I'm a florist, you see. These gerberas really stand out with their striking salmon colour, an inspiration which should charm the buyer. Let's put this arrangement in the window. Ready now.…
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First they
Dust off the bottom of the sky
But then the clock gets stuck
At 3 seconds till uncertainty
Then they
Dye the sunset clouds
To make them more
Transparent
So as not to confuse
The human mind
With the stuff of uncommon
Nostalgia
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85% extra dark cocoa:/biting into bitter darkness
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The other night / I dreamt I was an astronaut
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Ignore for now the
quotidian humiliations
jacked-up recriminations
specious allegations
retorts & retaliations
the batshit commentariat
hurls
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in a willow garden lush shade/drapes dark the young woman's small house/with the lone window, the white door . . .
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Our lives are lived backward in memory...
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