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He is quiet, as if acknowledging what really happened on that snowy road. He’s not really there, yet he is, like a shadow in my peripheral vision—fleeting, yet watchful.
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After an hour together, I determined I would invite him to my room.
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The gardens of Babylonare empty again.Kings and queens came back to the ancient desertto rise their childrenin the wise wilderness.But you can still heartheir hidin' laughingrunning throughthe mourning flowers.
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I'm at the edge of the garden in a white nightgown embroidered with lilies. This keeps happening without my permission; a sleepwalk, a run-away. The scent of my best perfume kneels beside me here. I sift through the soil where I…
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Every Thursday, around 11 am, right after the cemetery where I work receives the daily shipment of cremated remains to be interred, a frail nonagenarian steps out of the driver's seat of his Lincoln Continental and walks, unassisted, up a flight of twenty granite steps,…
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Wet September in Eureka, Jasmine blooms profusely. Perfume scents waft free. Rain drops might be falling nails; sparkling needles when they slow . Second gasps of rose blooms sprinkle petals. Sprays of other flowers, names unknown, attract green Hummingbirds. Promiscuous…
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He painted a woman on them, identical to the woman that kneeled by his bed.
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A half-dozen times, he had rebuffed the man’s request to read for him, until the poet accepted that Hugh was no soft touch, no touch at all.
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I imagine Gene Simmons licking a twelve year old girl that looks like Erin dressed in a dog collar and leash.
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“You shouldn’t have gone inside,” he said, after she told him what had happened. “I know that’s what you’re used to doing here, with people we know. But he’s not from around here. Don’t go back over there, okay?”
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There is a the reason for the theft of people and the melting of gold
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Read that bit in Alice about the mock turtle soup
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That's what these companies do: swallow you whole and spit you out.
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I admire the queen-like power
Some flowers have over a bee,
Though no coveted tenure
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Sweet William
at home in a hole
dug by dirty fingers
in earth forked loose
and cleared of roots and rocks
twists its mane of pink and red
in breezes
with the other garden blooms.
Proud flower,
watered by underground pipes
by spouts and hoses
drinks under sunlight
and…
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