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It's as if there are little men inside her head, wielding hammers.
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Orchids, and irises.
Tulips, and a sunflower too.
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Conceptio culpa
Nasci pena
Labor vita
Necesse mori
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So I licked the Anise from my fingers.
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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For those of you with a position cemented firmly to the contrary, I happen to think I have a great face, actually. My face, maybe I talk about my body a lot, but my face is pretty great, really it is.
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the signature of God/
consigning everything/
to the saturating energies of time.
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In the air a shining heart, wet lungs releasing and releasing, your sweet milk head, your pulsating skin. Only an inch separates us. A shimmer of hot air trembles like boiling water above the highway. There are seeds floating in the sky. These things will become other…
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One day we turn a corner, and two fat little doggies spot us and come running up. Oh, they are so glad to see us!
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It is a well-known fact that my wife sleeps around. There. I said it and now everyone knows that I too know about my wife. Let me just tell you this one thing; she has her reasons. You ask me how I know that she has her reasons, but who would know better than…
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Unfinished, deeply flawed stories require the kind of handling you see in movies where a Virus That Will Doom Mankind is disposed of by scientists in hazmat suits.
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He died a printer finding late/
after so much selling himself selling/
a craft that pleased and paid enough
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The skin will stay but you won’t see it,/
camouflaged by creases, tags, and curious/
deposits of renegade fat and pigment.
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I want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association.
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A sweet fog rises to the rafters. Inhale.
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INGREDIENTS
--A messy divorce.
--A late spring night in Boston.
DIRECTIONS
1. First, let's agree to call them "Pahkah House Rolls," for the Pahkah House is a luxury Boston hotel. (We'll be returning to New York on the morning train.)
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We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
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...He steps back from the abyss,
inner eye envisioning the ink sip of a fountain pen,
the hard, hot brain frenzy that sends phrases marching
toward another bridge between oblivion and art.
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Jane watched her mother remove her wedding ring with butter.
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"the rum tasted of hibiscus blossoms"
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In the St. Mark's Bar and Grill romance is a speedy thing, a blurred whir of grope, kiss, connect. The tricky thing is timing: to leave in time for the boozy love of the hour to carry through to full, naked contact. Some succeed of course. Others overstay, hang past the…
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With such a world/
one must invent a heaven
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Trent’s had many phases: Madonna, Bette, leather, water sports, rollerblading, haiku, chicken queen, rice queen, muscle queen, daddy. But religion? This is new.
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You need buttered broths and to
copy old writings by hand by
very poor light.
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So then we had to worry about the Russian soldiers. When they heard we were Jewish, they said “How come the Germans didn’t kill all of you?”
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"The problem is, sometimes my pigeon wants to fly somewhere new- to the beach or south for winter. Other times, my pigeon wants to steal someone else’s lunch or picnic with a stranger’s leftovers. Often, my pigeon wants a good show and some freedom, to be
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“I’m going home,” I answered, but the word home seemed inappropriate. I hadn’t told the truth and felt something, not guilt as guilt was far too strong, but still I felt something that moved me enough to amend my answer: “I’m going to the place where I gr
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all paths converge on Africa/
and Eden, and the fall from animal grace
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...fancy the idea of tapas, Spain an' all.
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