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The art of boozing can't redeem a bastard.
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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I almost kept him
on the shelf with all the trophies.
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with secrets and the scent of grass
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After her grief had subsided, the wife felt immediate relief. / Suddenly she was free to abandon or pursue loneliness
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The child was delivered, set to breathing, and whisked away before Fae Anne could even catch a glimpse of her.
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the frost has made all tender greens bow
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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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maybe a day in deep winter
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She's not a poet, but does she have to be? She comes to the reading to read the poems of her recently dead husband, for she made a vow: that she would read his work at an open mic. Now she is keeping her word. It's her way of keeping him alive or maybe it's his way of…
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No twinkle- so, planet, not star./
And bright, so either Venus/
or Jupiter. I’m guessing, Jupiter.
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He understood that people no longer read or thought deeply about things but continued to write anyway. He understood that Einstein's theory of relativity was proved correct during the world's longest eclipse of May 29, 1919 when photos of the Hyades star cluster…
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For a few/
vivid weeks, deciduous shrubs and trees/
will seem to glow like flames and embers
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The rain hammers the windows, an unorthodox pattern on a sad Sunday morning.
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In the Ardennes for the the first time...
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Snail ooze and bull semen
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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"The path back to the living must not be made slippery by tears." (Mexican proverb)Marigolds blaze yellow under Oaxacan sun.Their slender necks stretch above fern foliage.Stars of this late October hillside, they drapetheir riches over the edges of terra cottalike…
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Your confidence would amuse me.
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There's a witch in Laurel Canyon.She made Wes a promise.Her bungalow smelled like Parliaments. Parliaments, garlic frying in olive oil. Parliaments, garlic frying in olive, and a freshly opened pack of Red Vines. Wes could have curled up into a ball and fallen asleep on her…
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My father taught me how to solder and that's when I first started to write. Now, when you hold the soldering iron in your hand and depress the trigger, the tip of the gun heats up. Novices uncoil the solder and place it on the hot tip, but that just results in it…
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--"Look at us," she murmurs. "Tristan and Isolde without the adultery."
--"Well, you can't have everything."
--"No? I heard otherwise."
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It was a cruel question, coming on breath that stank of the grave.
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