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She would now return to the waves and look for another shell to add the latest beautiful moment to her treasure of memories.
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Your eyes would click to my stride as I walked past the table where you sip your coffee. I would feel your gaze, but ignore you from a practiced sense of pretense.
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and the smiles light the way
when the wind blows the darkness
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(the hourglass has not gone digital, oh no,/but these days, silicon is in with the sand)
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...her facial twitches, gasps and whines, her moments of trapped silence.
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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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Katie knew about clearing out, it’s what she had just done; cleared out, cleared away, clear across the country.
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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 lips would, if they could, be concerned exclusively with kissing.
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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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Parked on a stretch of forgotten highway, the truck idled, the cab radio jangling softly with biscuits and gravy and the deathless sweet Clementine of country music. Jake touched the volume up, took a swig of Old Crow, and recapping it, stashed the bottle under the seat. He…
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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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"I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive…"
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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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Early this morning I open the new year book on the first page. It's still blank, without words, without lines, without images. There is nothing to signal, to report. Perhaps soon there will be cries and tears, black stains on the paper. Hopefully also some coloured …
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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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Cosmic, epic desire #yearning for you
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