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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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They say, we have hangnails.
I say, I have a bruised leg.
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“ I told you what she said, that she liked me better when I was drinking. Well, that's the way I feel, too. I liked her better when I was drinking.”
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an undercurrent of fear is running through my community
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She was thrilled when she learned that her best friend was having an affair.
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Class differences in New York (and if you believe F. Scott Fitzgerald, in America, generally) are best viewed from the beach.
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The day after falling in love,
I became unmoored from everything familiar.
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It has scent, your heat, of jonquils and lime, of spices seared in a hot black pan.
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Guys on safari wearing safari jackets shoot things all day, things with funny names …
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I'm still working on this. I'm always open to your thoughts.
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It chases other newborns down and eats them.
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He was starting fresh, starting legal.
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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Sometimes you can't sleep.
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I say her- it might be him-/
but from a distance I supply the details I prefer.
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You anchor the real
You make love to the true
I am bound to you in consecration
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Whenever my mother’s will-to-live wavered and her hand reached out for the electric fence, my ash would whisper, “Live, live.”
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...I pray for the animal souls I have taken -- panther, gazelle, hyena, vulture...
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... and you can’t balance your checkbook or divide a three-way bill in a restaurant but you can still recite all the sixteen ways of SHAUN CASSIDY TELLS: 16 WAYS TO TURN ME ON!
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It's an easy thing to take out an eye.
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My eyes hold my mother. It's not easy being human she tells me. She always told me. Sure, but the stories are lovely. We all know that. We generate the tales, tell the tales, kiss our children. Live on in their eyes, though, don't…
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Ancestry.com The Liverpool census in 1851 lists him:Thirteen years old, Irish. Occupation: beggar. Only that. I will do more for him.I will see him in torn jacket and too-short pants singing all day of the fields, the cliffs,…
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fallen leaves, broken limbs fron wounded trees
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From room to room, neither closet nor drawer contained any remnant of pleasant memory.
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I thought of driving over there across town, steering with buttered hands.
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She's the one you remember when there's talk of the blow.
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She offers the girl a seat, asks her to stay for a minute, but she can’t, she just came by to say hello, and don’t you like my new raincoat?
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the epiphany at the mast at midnight is not the same at dawn
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In a time of drought,/
the sound of rain is sweet/
and joyful music.
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a poem about things exploding/burning down/scattering for miles.
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