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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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Snow sheeted on the river...
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Writing as parallel form | Writing a parallel line | Seeing stealing | Stealing seeing | Stealing as seeing
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“I liked you best in Choke–you were sexy in a lazy, sort of ‘70s way.”
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I wrote this during a poetry workshop at the Atlantic Center for the Arts with Carolyn Forché. January, 2015. So much more has happened since that stunning week.
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Life seemed okay…for the most part.
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A woman with spirit appeals to men who fish because she is still alive.
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She stroked the piano softly with one hand and I shivered. Maybe it was the keys singing or the way her eyes were closed forcing her to feel her way to right spot or the sex in her voice. Maybe it was just in my head.
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Co-polar order spectrum; strobe genre (the disco light of the 70s illumining and eclipsing fiction-non-fiction-non in one "article"); UTAH! a jump from forehead-down to standing fast, a cheer, for genre studies.
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The next day on YouTube, 3,558,019 users watched the clip of Kate dangling next to Jay Leno's chin.
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Alone on the platform, I waited for a train.
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disorderly black squirrels / inhabit upper Michigan
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Good buddy Jesus./
Life coach Jesus. Enthusiastic//
and optimistic Jesus, no cross/
or crown of thorns in sight.
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By the thousands youngsters swarmed into the streets shuffling aimlessly, many mumbling to themselves, heads bowed as their eyes stared fixedly at the plastic devices in their hands.
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(after Joan Didion) (after Charles Dickens)The car is guttering and at first I do not hear him clearly. The antenna is broken and the wipers are loud. he comes in better when I'm off the freeway. “We must forget about material things.” …
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The virtuoso tortures a violin/
in homage to Paganini.
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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My real parents lived about 200 miles in the other direction from where we came. But long ago I determined they were too real.
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They were carried out / over shoulders of running soldiers / naked bodies pass
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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Then it got quiet again, the kind of quiet that fills a car even with the radio on and the highway ticking away and the corn flying past regimented and silk tasseled.
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will we begin again?We are a wheelFirst touchfirst kissfirst heatThey fade, disappear, come back again.Spokes in our wheel.When again shall we begin again?I hold you and feel myself spincaught in the whirlwind of thrill -the world, saturated with your scent.We hold each…
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I would fly drones with hydrochloric acid sprays/
over their squadrons and watch the disfigurement/
begin. I love disfigurement...
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I become a lake, a river, a stream, an ocean that will one day be able to move anything, anyone.
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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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The young man is back again, solo,
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Dear Conrad,
If you cannot control your dog’s barking I’ll rig up a loud speaker facing the general direction of your house, and every time your mutt starts howling at the moon, I’ll start playing “It’s a Small World (After All)” at top volume on the p
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Larry lies on top of her, he kisses her, his lips, she thinks, are dry, but she prefers dry to wet because overly wet in the mouth is never a good thing.
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"You know, there really is a death of the heart."
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