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Tiny Window

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I remember the living room heater

Little Townhouse on the Prairie

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In the evening the geese and the small engine planesstart their descent from the west to the east.I sit on the deck facing the Lutheran church where the sign announcing the Reverend so and so is highlighted from a mile away.The cars rush by and I count them as I…

Hotels (an excerpt)

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“Snobs,” our head housekeeper Denise called them in her deep voice, while peering out from under her glasses at me.

A Word About Everything

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I remember having a beer once And feeling like a minor god And I know in some lie you told Your life began making sense And I also know that the mind likes logic But the heart loves chaos I just hope flies land on the butter of your soul

No One Was Watching

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What happens in life when no one is watching?

Express Lane

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The Guy Behind Me only had one item. And he looked too young to fully grasp Loneliness.

The World of Willy Gregg

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Death threats? Just another mumbling day in the world of Willy Gregg.

O'Hare International Peoplewalk Tunnel

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At step blinding speed we all alight somewhere in the world

I Bought New Candles

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The candles and my brain flame like a torch

Thanksgiving

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Unless we see it, probe it, Name it, star by star, and feel This awful, tenuous gratitude.

Just Another Plebian — Err, Philistine!

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I hate your guts.

substance shadow spirit

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ride crests and troughs of ceaseless change, / without delight but without fear, / and once it’s time to leave, then simply go, / without regret, with no unseemly fuss.

Jimbo’s Wish

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growing up fumbling for excuses your fingers, clumsy littlepads of flesh you don't recognize a scatter plot of acnethat won't erase by mirrorwhy this scene doesn't workkissing the detachable lips of bobby-soxed methodgirlswho keep…

God Works Out of A Home Office

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with binoculars neighbor reads screen text:

Soulspring, by Norman Klein.

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The call came...

Head Eloquence

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You know I'm living in the past...

Lasagna

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My wife went vegan.

Strength

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The Naked Shadows Inside Her Dress

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When the truth is spoken, we don’t know Where to look, as if we only know someone Has gotten away with something big Or stolen someone’s heart, knowing how easy It was, how fragile, how true to itself So open and weightless, without guile

The Supporting Oscars

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Weekly game night for the Oscar Family. Winning is secondary.

Admission

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I can’t hold a job I can’t hold a hammer

Before She Gets into the Car

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His white shirt gleams

Cherry of Menloves

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Miranda laughed. The cream of the retail industry laughed...

Signs

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The monkey did not live for long. He’d lost interest in the stuffed dog pretty much right away. The farther away the shuttle, the more garbled and fanciful the sign language the monkey had been taught became.

Appearance

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After you lost sight in your left eye, mom made me go on the road with you that last summer to help you see.

Ya Ever Meet a Buckley? I Haven't.

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Who's that? I don't know. …

MS Fragments Retrieved from a Garbage Disposal

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Mrs. Death was walking in mountains where everything around was still. Mr. Death? —in another hemisphere, wandering (last she’d heard) through a vast forest.

September 26, 2016

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I lack the intellect, discipline, and faith in anything but our ultimate erasure.

Trout Fishing in America Shorty lives on after the death of his dear friend Richard Brautigan, though sadly

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Maybe, after years of writing poems like letters, he began to notice that no one ever wrote him back.

white lights

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the little white lights i see mean many different things to me