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It’s that, really, nothing else could be
Sleep and Poetry, Mr. Keats
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When I stumbled upon evidence that the man I'd loved and trusted for 20 years had a secret girlfriend for the past 10 of those years, he tried to deny it.“We never had sex!” he told me. And I believed him. For about two minutes.“You never…
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"I wanted to see cities whose names sounded like sad sighs...Oaxaca, Guanajuato, Reynosa, Camargo..."
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No one knows that, while the ex-Area 51 guy delivered his rant, Art Bell left the booth for a Diet Coke.
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The tadpoles flipped on the brown mud bottom. She dipped one out and held it near, seeing it in her belly, shaping arms and feet and a small, blond head. She set it back and stood, breasts out, arms up. The ducks in the weed, eyes hard like hungry boys, waited for bread.…
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So where does that leave me, Roscoe Loomis wondered, dismounting his silver, aluminum steed in his sweat-soaked, spandex outfit, and, clearing the saliva from his beard he walked over, checked and smiled, learning that the bike track's timing unit showed it was Roscoe's…
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He deplaned Air France flight 9 from JFK to Charles de Gaulle airport at quarter past noon.
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All else is unmoved/
and relentless in its indifference.
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I worry for the daffodils/
and there optimistic yellow bursts./
I worry for the over-eager clover,//
prodigious green on crepe myrtles,/
even for the early green of nut grass.
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When you bring information, it does not arrive.
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Like many little towns, ours has an archive. It is a catalog of everything that happens.
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First have a good window seat
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My student assistant was a comely young woman. A freckle faced blonde. She was from Ohio.
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We’re on The Worm. I dread the part where the train goes under the bay. I hold my breath until we safely emerge.
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Whenever talk dies, or darkness gathers too closely around the breakfast table, everyone knows the list of ritual activities we can brightly suggest to skip the day forward.
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Poetry is my rebellion/
against being what I’m not.
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I write in the morning when the world is bendy.
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The transformation in their domineering, sour mother revised her children’s memories of their childhoods.
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He fished a tissue from a hidden pocket and dabbed his forehead, then called the cops.
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the Great Way itself is very smooth and straight,/but folks take to the challenge of rough, wild roads.
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I smelled the bleach of burst anemones
the sweet arousal of the Dungeness crabs
the seaweed of sour twigs and feces
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When we were seventeen, after her dad, the preacher, finished his Sunday night church services that required our mandatory attendance, we'd walk to my car in the pasture-turned parking lot holding hands and stop at the passenger-side car door to kiss deeply, get…
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In the summer when it's light out later it's my nature to linger a couple of hours in the park after work, just standing around watching the Downtown Divas working the corner, offering themselves to each male driver who stops for the light and I always joke with them about…
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Requires one of those leaps.
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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Abominables do roam the earth; I know it.
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I guess the ultimate, penultimate failure
would be to write a love poem that
turned on everybody but you.
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