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Keeper of the balance. Husband of the night.
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The moon, a cataract cloaked in its charcoal fog, slowly seeps among the trees; night's unguent.Its glance is constant and white,its arc known. I watch its brow of bone with constant wonder.The long, slow funeral of America is taking its time; its…
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The trouble with paper horses was not how flimsy they were when you were flying them, reigns in hand, high enough above the treetops that falling would mean more than a bruised knee.
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d anon., I've Had Trouble "Loosening Up." I've got to keep my pump primed, don't I?
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My heart and mind, eyes, hands and lips — Yours.
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At one time it appeared that
Everyone was walking their own angel
On a leash, but
Now we're not that sure at all
And it could come out in song
That it might really be the angels
Who’ve been walking us
All along
All this broken glass
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death spoke in a swimming pool in late june:
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Giving challenging patrons funny nicknames is a "library thing."
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#spotify / Elevators / Sky Burial Monologue
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my space heater throws a pale orange light
my white candles flicker in the middle of the night
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It leaves on a Saturday,suddenly, while you are raking leaves or taking out the trash.Those inevitable, boring things.You do not hear it go;it's been quiet before when it left certain rooms. It no longersleeps beside you, and you learnedlong ago that the bed was…
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We flew./
In my dreams, I can fly.
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The cubs from every Clan shivered at his snarl. The Elder’s presence was overwhelming, and level of pressure pressing down upon them.
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Weddings, engagements etc.
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Don’t shout. Be nice
Cheer up. Sit up
Straight. Don’t play
With your food. Elbows
Off the table. Watch
Your language. Use
Your napkin. Eat the
Crust
Stop fidgeting
Stop scratching
Close your mouth
When you chew
Remember to
Clea
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The week before she left for Costa Rica with her new lover she called me. Often, she did this. We talked for hours. What should I pack on my trip? she asked. Setting out with him …
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You are in a car speeding through Dublin towards the West year after year the journey uncoils past the same landmarks Kilmainham Jail strapped to a chair bullet to the brain on by the Rowntree Mackintosh factory where the black and…
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in her silk sleeves is silence sheathed.
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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What you may see initially could be only half the poem. The rest is hidden.
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Nothing good ever waits at the end of a long corridor.
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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Sometimes you wait by the mailbox and he doesn't come. It doesn't come, the letter, the talisman from another world you've been waiting for, and you give up. You finally open…
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We played synthetic derivative punk. We used Donald Trump tweets as lyrics.
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Biting my tongue instead of lashing red stripes
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The scalpel isprescient -- it knows blood before it cuts.Every surgeon is a seer.We start here, just below the neck. The slide of its sharpened silvertouches softly,enters the skin with care; halfthe cut is question,and half an…
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Takashi and Hideki stared at the pool of grey Mana. A scientist carefully contained some of the mist into a container.
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Mostly, though, reiteration of the old/
in an idiosyncrasy that strives/
to become fresh and fails
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