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The fruit of thy womb, the shrapnel embedded in her belly, the damage done, the Lord have mercy. Seagulls throw themselves against the North wind, again and again, a perpetual motion of disappointment.
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the world crumbles to nothing
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Wine nourishes, subdues memories, keeps eyes dry, and head heavy. We are up to our third bottle. Your head is on my lap. Gray hair uncombed, you feign sleep. My left arm draped nonchalantly over the curvy edge of the chaise lounge, gold velvet with wine…
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It was a lousy night to be lost.
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It was war without beginning or end.
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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The police states of German National Socialism/
and the Soviet Union are but pencil studies
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“Mescaline occurs naturally in our bodies, you know,” I said.
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Uncounted hens and piglets/
die at my demand. The killing floor//
runs red for me. I am/
monstrous to creatures small and great,
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Six months later, she was teaching theology / to refugees from est.
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sometimes the urge to write
is like the urge to fuck
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The rooms of our house are guarded by effigies of the saints. Anthony of Padua and the Virgin Mary team-tackle any visitors I try to sneak in under cover of darkness, and for added security, St. Francis of Assisi waits on the dresser with a kestrel on his
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I write to make visible my small/
assertions against impermanence.
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I was a form without body.
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feeling obligated to write/ is like feeling/ obligated to fuck.
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The smooth, sandy bottom feels soothing underfoot. But there are random patches of quicksand, and if you step into that stuff you’ll plunge straight up to your waist in sticky silt that is crawling with leeches.
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"How about our kids? We have an obligation to protect them from poinks."
Cyrus snorted: "WE — gotta horse turd in yer pocket?"
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Being immersed in the all-male dressing-room atmosphere erodes the awkward edges off a man, making him into a more rounded human being
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Sometimes the wind comes across the fields and you would swear that it can be known. Going along the one lane there I look out and see those vast spaces and then refocus on to closer on. Swinging the truck into a side road that goes far and far and then left, I pull into…
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Her thirteen year old daughter had hung herself in the hallway closet of the old house. Now the closet was empty and unused. The door was locked.
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Park Slope, Brooklyn, Present Day
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I walked along the beach today, and there I saw them all; including the latest lost: little Tiven, Tommy, Michaela & my Paul. Grandma painted at her easel, set upon the dune. Uncle Eddie bent in half, laughing like a loon, Oliver growled…
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Heroin is an equal opportunity parasite but it worked particular damage on alto saxophonists in the 20th century.
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