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Obesity in America is now considered a felony, thanks to Michelle Obama's biceps and weight obsession. They've sent me to couch potato prison where I'm doing hard time in a dark corner of an unfinished basement filled with cobwebs that…
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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Captain Nemo never died./
He cruises all the seven seas/
below the waves in Nautilus 2,
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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the neighborhood glistens, silver,/
in an otherwise sad November/
light
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Looking back now, examining from a distance the sequence of events I failed to connect as anything beyond queer happenstance...
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How many shadows in your soul? Close your eyes, my love, let me / make you blind as the wings of a drenched, drowned bee.
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even from the moon our planet’s truth has not been seen.
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THIS is what happened — the dead went into remission. Dated may 10 2010. Or it could have been some other day. They were going to be restored later. That's what we were being told. The dead were being given stones to mark their remission. They were getting…
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I had a meeting with the editor of a well-known magazine. She said, “I think your paradigm got stuck up your monomyth.” “Oh dear. Is that bad?” “Bad? You want to be a writer, don't you?” “Well, I did. I'm not so sure now.…
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It's 6:45 a.m. A gritty, mundane sort of magic pervades the air at "Valentine’s" in the Hamilton Hotel.
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The heart is a toothed hole that cannot be filled.
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my love for you/ is like the falling snow
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it's all a bit like the quiet steam
drifting to nowhere off my microwaved
hot coffee in the sunflower mug
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His house incubates memories. As he sleeps, they hatch.His house is neither here nor there. It occupies a space between watchfulness and insomnia. Grey birds nest on its roof.His house is a refuge from everything except himself. The floor, walls, roof are fat with him.…
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A break from bleak world history and events...
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I go down to pick up R and get a cartridge of black ink for the printer. It's an extremely pleasant summer day — early afternoon — and the air is exemplary: clear and sweet. So far so good. But as soon as I park and go to a nearby cash machine the fun begins.…
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It's not that there's nothing new, it's all new. That blue color is not the one you remember, but the one you are experiencing, and at the same time, you bring everything you are, crushing into dust, with you. Green…
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Every night famous authors read not only to us, but to a duck. A wild female who emerged from the lake just as we were gathering, settled her gray-brown feathers down not three feet from the podium, tucked her head inside her wing, and remained there. If the duck liked…
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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"You gonna be old before you're old," my father had told her.
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waves assaulted black volcanic rock in briny harmony
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I am no different to her, living seven days ahead
of myself, looking forward to looking back,
as we Irish do so fondly
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elton wrings the melody from the words into the silent but pulsing air
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" If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stomping on a human face--forever." 1984, George Orwell
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the swan drives a car ( window down; wing half hanging out ) …
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Death threats? Just another mumbling day in the world of Willy Gregg.
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Prophet with a portable outhouse sees into the excrement the dogma of the pussies and the wussies and the wieners and the healers. Prophet with a portable outhouse looks out beyond the living rooms of the wretched and the forsaken hairy chests and the shaved …
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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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