1425 18 13
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One must be drenched in words.
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1574 22 12
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So, how did they meet? After years and years of starvation and gruesomeness and lack of human contact because there were no humans left, only walking corpses, a woman gently lifted the sixty-pound dead man's penis with a cool washrag and wiped him clean. The dead…
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2013 10 7
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The weight of my heart dragged me in dangerous directions.
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1553 18 13
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Rough sonnet about faded love
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2024 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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930 21 12
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2186 15 11
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Library life is full of surprises.
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1851 28 12
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1387 14 13
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My art teacher hated Salvador Dali.
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2491 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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2342 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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1737 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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1545 13 13
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Train whistles in wintertime made him feel lonely.
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2092 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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1504 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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1628 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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1177 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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1872 16 13
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1356 13 12
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I asked him where he hurt and he said everywhere.
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1334 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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1655 14 13
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1454 19 13
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The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.
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1702 17 12
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1625 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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1391 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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1777 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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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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1578 21 12
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Fear in a Handful of Dust
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1977 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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