1971 10 7
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The weight of my heart dragged me in dangerous directions.
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1498 18 13
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Rough sonnet about faded love
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1953 10 10
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... while I lie, cool as a nectar cream snowball,
in my Maggie The Cat slip, painting my toenails
a color called Bad Influence
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873 21 12
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2140 15 11
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Library life is full of surprises.
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1816 28 12
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1357 14 13
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My art teacher hated Salvador Dali.
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2428 19 12
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I went out through another cold still morning erasing my steps behind me not because I did not want to be followed but because I did not want to find my way back again.
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2300 17 11
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Balling my fists, I banged them on the retro-formica tabletop. The taste of pufferfish balls in an oleander-infused reduction with a seaweed and pomegranate side-salad tossed in a geranium-rottweiler vinaigrette rose in my throat.
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1679 19 13
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On the bed he tickled her until she was crying with laughter. And then the tickles became caresses, the fingers, lips.
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255 17 13
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1501 13 13
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Train whistles in wintertime made him feel lonely.
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2037 19 11
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Nobody has been able to use the washer and dryer for over a month now. Our neighbors have gone laundry crazy. They've become suds-a-holics. They wash everything. If it isn't nailed down, they wash it. Outboard engines, peculiar feelings, dominatrix boots, metaphors,…
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1449 17 13
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I lean forward and take her two hands in mine. I look into her eyes. “It’s you and only you,” I say. She starts to cry.
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1587 17 11
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She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
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1137 24 12
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One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
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1818 16 13
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1307 13 12
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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1305 14 12
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She was sick and tired of marriage. She didn't want to be a mother, but now she was.
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1615 14 13
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1407 19 13
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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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1659 17 12
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1571 15 7
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I could call him. And be done with this waiting but I refused. I wanted him to not forget me first. To bring himself to remember me first before I'd give him the pleasure of my company.
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1353 21 11
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He hid in parks and abandoned apartment houses until his wounds healed. He ate nuts, berries, and seeds. A shy, gentle soul, he watched children playing on the monkey bars, and thought of his lost youth.
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1736 16 13
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This is self-reflection or self-reflexive writing. Candor but not verse. That is what I write: not-verse. On occasion I write a poem though rarely an occasional poem. Instead of calling it non-fiction we could call it non-verse.
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1615 22 11
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He tried to call on his break but she didn’t answer. He imagined her on the floor, sobbing, like she’d been the other day. The grey rat would have chewed through a plug-in or some wires and started a fire. She would be ashes, a blackened corpse, reeki
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1533 21 12
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Fear in a Handful of Dust
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1929 15 13
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Where will you hide? Because you know it Will seek you out for answers you might Only be asking for yourself. It Will send many students to stand outside Your apartment and chant your name. It will beg you to perform its birth Again to the…
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1782 16 13
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The Bond Trader begins his morning with coffee and a hit of LSD.
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1891 22 13
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Pretty boy looks over at me and grins, got a smoke?
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