Stories tagged poem

Denouement

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No one has the right/ to script how someone dies.

What The?

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Let me tell you this: while the meds are asleep we silently weep on our guitars, and our girlfriends make up stories to cover the tracks of their youth.

Something Like the Promise of a Better Life

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Unhappiness is a necessary boon

Sounds like leaving

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chains across all the old doors

trixie

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she had a chipped tooth...

Crumbling Stones Crush Our Self Esteem

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Jimi and Janis remain fierce and beautiful

Is It Slap-Happy Hour Yet?

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Aren’t there hundreds, nay, thousands, nay, millions who have the organizing gene within them and cannot get rid of it, no matter what? It just may be underachievement at its best, or the wonder-cheese of youth? It may be the narrative thread

Aesthetic Strategy

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it acquires a fine translucence

Because words are insufficient

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The day you came to the wedding the sky was so, so brightly July./ I saw my face where I left it the last time . . . .

Art exploits

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Against// the mysteries and the dark/ it illuminates and shapes

The Circle

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Woman bites into pearl, finds baby oyster. Woman bites baby oyster, finds baby pearl. Woman blows on baby pearl, it begins to grow. Woman gets excited. Now we’re getting somewhere, woman says.

Quantum Mechanics

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It seems a little solipsistic/ but may indeed be evidence of God// given its mystery and caprice.

Threshold

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But we proliferated back

To The Little Mouse Who Started Feeling Slightly Nauseous

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I heard them praying to some god none of us had ever heard of. I'm glad I went to the funeral and still have the yellow rose that I did not throw into his grave. At some point you have to stop nibbling from the moldy cake.

Why I Write- Item Seventeen

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I feel I am, in fact,/ the dimmest and least wise/ man on earth.