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if we stare into the dark long
enough, we see ourselves at some end or
beginning –
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Sometimes cats had to die or dogs
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And you know that notion just goes to show...
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The Cheshire grinning/
moon cups itself to capture/
Venus should she fall.
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Could sampans fall upward, sailing from the bottom of the Earth? If so, which way would their sails bend—up, or down? And would the strange China Sea follow suit? Would salt water geysers spurt from the hole we dug, flooding the streets of Seattle?
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I am abandoned to the mundane/
calculations of a small mind/
trapped by small considerations
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Talking about a Friend Over a Cup or Two of Coffee “Their first fight was over school lunches. Free school lunches. She taught Kindergarten in a public special ed center for emotionally disturbed children. The…
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I don't believe in symbols
but there's a hole
in my living room window
in the shape of a bird
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I'm sitting here listening to Nebraska and it's / breaking my heart
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There's a mutual recognition...
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Mark Strandover decadesa steady diet of dictionenlarged his heartone day it just burstRobert Frosta crazy ideathat he couldbuild a wallwithout mortar tookpossession of his mindhe piled stoneon stone higherand higher untilthey toppled overcrushing him beneath Wilfred…
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"You know, there really is a death of the heart."
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That was before Cohen died. Castro died. Castro Died should be a title by Samuel Beckett. Once I nearly went out to buy a bass clarinet just for the purpose of playing along with Leonard Cohen.
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Long slow night /
moody lumbering freight train
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I wrangle word juice
from the Oxford American, sighing at photographs of blues musicians with solemn lakes for eyes.
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At some point, we will have to shoot them/
through the eyes and skull and heart
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we share somewhat the same past
he was bureau chief of ABC overseas
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I shuddered. This is how we are chosen
by strange and silent hands.
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—Was it true, what you wrote in that poem?
—Pretty true.
—What do you mean “pretty true”? Was it true or wasn’t it?
—It was as close as you get to truth in poems.
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A tiny story, 55 words, just enough to fit on a . . .
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The drinking will continue/
until morale improves
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It's July, which, if you work in a public library, means that the Summer Reading Club is in full swing. The SRC used to be just for kids, to motivate them to read when school wasn't in session. But in recent years many libraries have expanded the program to include…
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and all the trees are holding/their limbs up in prayer/and rain is mating with soil
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No one has touched me for a long, long time and I believe that is why I am dying. This is a notion that is new to me but it has persisted over the last few weeks and I believe I finally have apprehended the truth. There was a time, I remember all too well, when I might…
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When asked to turn over the Church's riches / he brought before the Roman prefect the poor, blind, ragged and infirm.
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We were on the L train.You were reading Fifty Shades of Gray;I was reading One Hundred Years of Solitude. You never looked up until just as I moved off, always looking back your way and hopingyou would lift your head. And then you did, at the last moment,but…
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