Stories tagged poem

Ethereal

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and any stain or streak/ is as you will or wish it

Riddle Me This

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Is it better to write to remember, or to forget?

Black Hole

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The falling may continue// forever.

Free

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The print is not ideal, it's true.

Filter

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The brain taints everything it brings to us/ with its limited apparatus, its precepts,// all the things it thinks it knows.

The Dragon Sleeps

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In the Year of the Dragon,everyone has stopped kung fu fighting.Even Radames Pera is no longer Grasshopper.His bald head has grown long and Little House on the Prairie knows him as John, Jr.I recognize him and am star struckbetween biology and geometry.This is not…

holi होली day

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Art does not imitate Life.

On the Chart of Universal Unbelievability This Takes the Cake

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What messages are tattooed to her thighs And who’ll be reading them? Here’s to sending the wrong message, But at the right time. Here’s to attitude and amplitude. Do bubbles have requirements, Or own anything? They live a brief life Of phy

Dread and Circuses

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It is claimed we choose/ conditions of our servitude.

Long Way Off

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She kept trying to catch her breath, but it was laughter, always laughter that kept on filling up her belly from the inside. She was having trouble sitting on top of that flaming ride and keeping her balance, and her cool, as if her cool was

Lamenting Lexiconical Loss

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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/ by the shrinking language of the day,// my words abandon me.

Dinosaur Flatulence May Have Warmed the Earth

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A young woman in shorts and sunglasses, putting her sunglasses on the top of her head in order to study a little girl sitting on her father’s lap on the bus. “I want to get me one of those,” she’s says, smiling. Dark eyes, her dark hair wet and hanging,

Einstein's Wife (A Relative Theory)

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these candid epistles are not confessions, they are revelations for his German Magdalene, weightless sacrifices she is willing to make to kiss the atomic, cradling genius and quieting his alarm in her skirted lap

Pain as Mnemonic Device

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If something hurts enough/ you never forget it. Like the// toothache when you first learned

Abundance

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A young woman in shorts removes her sunglasses, putting them on top of her head in order to study a little girl sitting on her father’s lap on the bus. “I want to get me one of those,” she’s says, smiling. Dark eyes, her dark hair wet and hangin