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An old man in overalls with rags on his head known locally as Bo Peep made his way up from the black side of town to the white. After listening for a few moments, he shook his head in disgust. “Boy, you can’t play them blues.”
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The one thing my father told me that I want to believe is true . . .
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The calculation was precise.
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My sixth grade teacher used to tell us all the time about how being poor is nowhere near the same as living in poverty.
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Here’s the keys to the house
Here’s the keys to the car
I’m going out and I don’t care
I’m going out to buy a cigar
Don’t bother locking up after I leave
I’m not coming back anymore
I’m going to drink whiskey out of a jar
Go out and buy
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... if they called her Mother, would she take them home and raise them?
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Wow. I’m just going to say it/
That’s one ugly little girl you’ve/
Made for yourself. But now someone/
Will miss you when you’re dead.
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Perseid meteors fly past their ship like cosmic fire-wasps.
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I want her life to pass in a world without meridian
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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“I spent the best years of my life raising you, and now that you've grown, I never hear from you.” Sound familiar? That's the “Mom's Lament.” Mothers have been kvetching at their grown-up kids like this since the beginning of…
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In the words of that great philosopher Hunter S. Thompson, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
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The heart would have unnatural reverence, exalted, bursting with evil, rolling in sloth, if it did not at once reveal its innocence. I saw you again, on the morning of the sun. It was you, or your double, or a son you might have had. Your beautiful bloo
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A novel is an idea that has
Survived many severe beatings
While a poem is a homely thing that was
Never even asked to the dance
Art Speak, however, is the art of
Systematically overstating and
Re-inventing the Obvious to the point of
Distr
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Later, when she said she'd had miscarriages, I should have put it all together.
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We walk in silence. We water our plants. We don’t eat as well as we should. We try to love. We try to forget.
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Kick your employer in the ass. Emotions are strange experiments in honesty.
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I considered kissing Christian. It wouldn’t be terrible. I mean, it might be terrible, but it wouldn’t be awful. His teeth were a little crooked but he didn’t smell or anything.
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It was noon and cloudless when I pulled over next to the icehouse, wedged in the X formed by two dirt roads.
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I had the smallest taste. Liquid heat, gifted from lips. One long moment spent lost in her warmth. Fleeting. I should have drunk more. Would she have relented to one more sip? One final taste? “Be careful,” she…
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“There are no inhibitions in here,” the postman shouted, gesturing at the dance floor with his Marlboro Light, the glowing tip aimed at a woman in a taut skirt. Leaning far forward, her hands nearly touching the plywood floor, she planted her feet and beg
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You may want to pretend to leave once or twice, peeking in through a window from a darkened room, to see how they interact. Never leave a new poet unattended with the pack until you’ve determined that the new arrival has learned to fit in with the other w
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“Do you think she paints?”
“Her face, a little, But don’t you find her kind of bony?”
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Cleaning the dust bunnies from under our lives, Zin says she wants to move to the country, maybe someplace as big as Texas. She claims that lately she's having trouble breathing between bricks or talking to hot chestnut vendors with rubber faces. It's giving her nightmares…
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The figure eight will fall on its side. Become infinity.
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They're haunting me with every spotting. They're convincing me they'd be the unexpected blessing. They're confusing me when I look at my already-children, taking on the shape of this one's face, that one's gestures. We've been…
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