Stories tagged love

Tales from the Friend Zone

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The blade was wielded by a spunky brunette with a German accent and a laugh that made me weak at the knees.

benedictus

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he wanders the house/ crying for the hairless tomcat/ (gone for the night/ on an overnight job).

In Paris, The Sweltering

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Then dared each other to travel Much further

Lovemaking For People Who Talk During Movies

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“We don’t need to kiss.” I say coyly, morphing the angles of my body to look cute, irresistible. It would be easier if I’d brushed my hair. “Pretend I’m a prostitute.” I instruct, ”They don’t kiss their clients.” It’s a reference I’ve made before, but not

College Try

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one of these piano keys makes the earth move

African Painted Dogs eat a child in my hometown

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A four year old boy is eaten / by the African Painted Dogs in my hometown zoo / after falling into the enclosure. His mother lifted him / on the fence to see the creatures.

Purple Gel Tab

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When you collapse, fall in my stupid direction Or: if I say, you're the chosen one, do something shiny

Forty Years On.

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Salted words, cursing and spitting, through the hipster joints and green leaf cafés.

Forty Two

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The gate squeaked, the gravel shuffled and the letterbox clattered as February 14th's mail cascaded to the ground.

Last Act

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I'm going to die if I don't get some kind of wine in my blood.

children

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today on the bus/ a man in his fifties/ smiled at a baby/

Anniversary

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We continue,/Held beyond all surface Liking it still/And each other/Often surprised:/Like finding garden flowers/No one planted/In summer bloom

my son

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his mother brought him to me/ when he was very young/ maybe a few months old,/ born in arizona july.

Poem Written While You Cut My Hair

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a force field is not up between us

Sri Radha Afternoons

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We were wild, medieval magpies, sweaty and sweet and selfish; and so much more than we were before I lit that first stick of spice,