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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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We honor fierce, quick, cunning/
thought-in-action types
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...he thought often of the rollicking waves, of being pulled under, of being weightless and senseless...
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'Hey, are you supposed to be from a cartoon or something?' said the Grim Reaper. I had to take a big drink before I could reply. I didn't know what to say, so I said 'Could I see your watch, please?' He looked down my dress while he thought about it.
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" trout hovered in a sun-dappled pool"
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you were very very small, you were everso small, you were like – the tiniest creature, hopping about on one leg
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A screaming comes across the brain
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I ask because she's the animal person, not me. She understands animal behavior.
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It's been sixteen days since I spoke with another soul. I don't mind much, but I know enough about people to know most would think I'm mighty odd. Muriel, for example. She'd be pissed as all get out. …
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So I went to see the wrinkled
and rumpled poet, who insisted
on reading from memory, stumbling
through his sheaf of poems.
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You call your wife. “Do you see what I see?” you ask.
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The mulch vendor is a crook but we have no choice, not with the shortage of soil. Have to guard the stuff, put alarm wires around the garden, leave a friend in charge to spot the thieves if you go away overnight. If you…
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I’m in the Grand Central Station bar-- the one at the top of the stairs-- waiting for my husband to enter so I can watch him. The bar is crowded, everyone getting in that last beer before heading back to whiney children and tired spouses.
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We soft boiled the free range egg, cracked it, and were surprised to find nothing in it.
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// opening act: van featuring balloon featuring drugs
// headliner: lubv ya babe
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I’ve had my face talked off by those types (and I’m sure you’ve met a few) who need to say and hear “special” words, and they go "unh-hunh, unh-hunh, o yeah, o yeah, unh hunh."
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whistling some blithering tune, trotting around the kitchen in his underwear with his ribs, a long row of meatless tragedies that screamed for something other than the meal he was making.
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The following was written under disagreeable circumstances, in that I was present for them.
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And don’t you dare start panicking. Just sit there silently, letting the truth that you’re alone sear the back of your neck until it starts to feel cold.
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[ETIQUETTE ... DECORUM ... BOUNDARIES ... BAH!]
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