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At the graveyard, the leaves had been raked into loose array....
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Able to search through centuries, I click, scribble, skim,resurrect wet stone walls, the smell of burning peat.Bob's your uncle; Peggy's your aunt.Name your family, child. My brother said helloto Uncle Shirley and Aunt Greg. I was more…
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The white space beckons-/
a blank wall in a decrepit neighborhood-/
wishing to be decorated or defiled
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It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said.
Me insecure, you unfaithful
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Over the years, his face
began to alter
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In the neon light and barroom shadows,
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Like the swift night-black blue of a cormorant as it suddenly dips into a rush of white cold water,eyeing its possible food, we too sweepdown on what we think we see, rising wet sometimes with the reward,or hapless, dripping, we try again.
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"chemical", love is/as long as saccharine is/served in coffees sweet . . .
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...painted by my mother with meticulous attention...
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So she set about eliminating the problem, all the time recalling some newsmagazine program she’d seen as a child: a discussion of hantavirus, nasty and deadly and spread by mice.
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"Stop watching the news!Because the news contrives to frighten youTo make you feel small and aloneTo make you feel that your mind isn't your own"--MorrisseyThe world has gone crazy, but please let me make you One of my healing songs. You can eat it now, if you…
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I will wrap up in quilts that still smell of summer sun
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no more trying to keep / the peace, no more trying / to keep every person happy. / Just this: no more.
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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He hates this body no less now/
than he did at 14 for its pudginess/
and the hair that can’t conform
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we get back to discussing how long a year is although no one talks about what a woman is or a man and they are just there. rocking chairs rock. sitting and spinning, just like spider’s spin waiting for him – to make a coffee.
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the emergence of the Beatles and the Vietnam War
sad human electricity
no buzz of any wheel
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beware the slice of the knife cutting like a curious comet blasting through solar systems down the throat of the bad ass milky way
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When did the air become warning?That clairvoyant delft and Delphic sky.What strange and ardent premonitionheld sway? Where were we goingbefore this hard work of constant falling?We were catching cabs and making breakfast,ironing, cursing late trains; hoping the deal…
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pens loaded with ink/exceeding or equal to/my volume of blood.
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It was by the well on one cold early spring morning
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These little things, they are the hopes We were waiting for, they are everywhere. I made this one just for you. Call them feathers. Call them roses. You'll always See them if you need them. These Little things carry the good news…
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Interstice 1 Carved apart for Zion, set against a void,The wrecking dell of yet the Second War,Does Operation Hellstorm fill the floorOf still the firestormed ballroom? We forsworeOur filiality in killing you, and EidBells the invasion's consummation: and besideThe…
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They’ve got the tourists
On the top deck of the bus
Wrapped up in large yellow
Plastic garbage bags
Riding through the City in the rain
The yellow bags flapping in the wind
Yelling in the numerous languages
At the top of the world
The to
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So I went to see the wrinkled
and rumpled poet, who insisted
on reading from memory, stumbling
through his sheaf of poems.
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salmon sits gentler on my palate
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Next to you, the mother tightens her grip on her stroller. The young teenager tears her gaze from her mobile phone for an instant.
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