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The night we crossed the Madres my father stuffed his Stetson full of cash.
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Vicki's scream echoed in Michiko's ear, an unwelcome earworm.
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The slicing is easy. Blade barely touching skin, flesh separating into two clean parts. A breath, and blood fills in the space, an old friend materializing in the shadows. I am redolent with hope and desire. I can't stop thinking of how he excised himself from my…
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I remember the first & only time I parachuted it was 1964 my 16th birthday a rite of passage if you will from the old man an aerospace engineer & former WWII B24 bomber pilot I practice-jumped from oil barrels taught how to fall back then when the time came…
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Early Spring, 1075, Northumbria: Judith, too ashamed to speak, too angry to cry, waves her handmaiden away. She wants no food. Wind drives icy rain across the thickness of…
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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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Erased. Like chalk across my body,
a fine powder of forgetfulness,
with a few swipes --- all those names
and faces, gone. The letters burned.
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Ghosts//
and the voice of God/
never actually visited you
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They confess love for Karaoke and metal rock. They have purchased expensive Stratocasters and Zildjians.
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We are not alone, not as alone as we think.
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I visited his loft last week. There were many exciting new pictures. Francesco was your main money earner before, now he will be again.
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Cockroaches may be falling through the holes
in the floorboards of heaven, but we will not be disturbed.
We are agents, free and clear, even if a little bit mean.
I want to quit worrying about money,
but the angels upstairs won’t let me.
The
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You were always goingto connect the dots. I was always goingto overfill a bucketwith poems. You wouldeventually drive off wavingyour hand like astar on a spring. I'dshoulder up another notebookfor the walk. Myhand would rather holda pencil. Yours wouldaccept a kiss…
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1219 4 4
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My head was swimming with nicotine, the coldness of the first snow, and unfinished love thoughts.
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If you want job security on this planet, you'd better study art.
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When nothing's coming in All I have are fragments Cloudy memories Uncompleted projects Disappointments loom large and threaten to define me I am only as good as what I produce And now I feel empty So how do I shine How do I find the spark that…
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I never looked at her face.
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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"...she's been seeming like she's been dreaming while awake lately..."
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I was so used to the silence of late summer afternoons, when I could roll my hoop through the empty, sunlit piazzas without meeting another shadow, that at first I mistook the footsteps for the beat of a metronome spilling through an open window.
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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Across the placid sea/The only moving ship/
Was eyed by Blackbeard
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This is why I’ve decided to assign myself a position in life similar to that of Stuart Sutcliffe with the Beatles.
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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are speaking clear enough, through their open and bleeding wounds, for you to at least try and understand. Waving their massive arms like living lighthouses, bobbing in and out of the floundering waves, they are splashing out an…
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The blood is memorable/
as is the copper taste of that/
momentary certainty of lockjaw.
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