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In the black not dead of night, she gathers them; slowly,diligently placing the cansand bottles into two large plasticbags strung across a long piece of wood; this is her money work. She is small, but her bodyhas the choreography down:sift, search, lift,…
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Cockroaches in bed was the last straw. Alicia was sure she’d swallowed one in the middle of the night . . .
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Soon the entire sky load of constellations
was carried across the bumpy fields
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I still see Big Mama leaning over her garden to pick a zinnia to put in her still life. Her old pink slip, hanging diagonally a foot under her hiked up, ragged, stained dress, half covered by her paint smock, which matched her white, faux fur, bedroom sli
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"I didn't ask you to unhook my bra." her words were blunt and bitter in blue and white iMessaging font.
A gap of an hour went by and he grappled with what to say next.
"I'm sorry." was all he finally came up with. "I thought you wanted me to. You
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What about God? Well, at least you sat there. You could go to breakfast later.
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The president is truculent today.
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When the poet loves,/ I said, quoting the poet,/ he loves himself.
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Then I did the same to you, inhaling your scent which was one thing at your hairline and another at your collarbone.
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"Jesus was a zombie?" I ask, shocked.
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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I could reach out
and grab this world
by the p...
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Shall I or shall I not? Will I or ... ? I'm pacing up and down the footpath, looking in the shop windows: a hairdresser's salon, a massage parlour, a piercing studio, a tattoo shop. The street that sees me as a regular.I've been hesitating for quite a few months now,…
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Eons later, Bobo evolves into Shakespeare. Bonus feature: wings.
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Spilled milk it is --lactate of common desire;water under the bridge, slow-moving, white. So this is what we feed on: the past and present here for the licking.Sweat is water too,for the hungry, and any past will do. Parched mouths kiss just as well as…
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the worm was stabbed where two rivers branch:/who would slay was slain.
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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Maybe tomorrow someone dreams
And maybe someone moans
But beware the steam inside the dome
It’s just dreams that sorrow owns
If it resonates, say so
Ho in a raccoon coat
Slow bum ahead
If it resonates, say so, say so
And her man, yo
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Two weeks after All Souls’ Day, he trudges through the overgrown pasture behind the farmhouse, his head bent, intent on his footing, a shovel his walking stick.
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No, your clever costume won’t protect you.
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Always in a hurry/to spoil your/weekend
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If you were a poem / it’d be called/
Better Homes and Gardens.
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In a time of drought,/
the sound of rain is sweet/
and joyful music.
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He played real good
But never looked
At no one
Strong guitar
Weak knees
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Stupidity is not a mask; it is the face / and it is the face that betrays us / always.
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Dude -- I DON'T want to date your boat!
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Mayumi approached them; her memories of their faces from the texts they received from each other had come alive.
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I'd laugh, cry, splutter with confusion or outrage. I'd probably say “Duh” a lot, grow pale, flush, and wink at the viewers. I'd furrow my eyebrows, raise one or both, and my eyes would narrow, widen,…
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