686 2 1
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...to know they are not alone
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2500
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Language is a human presence
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7243
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Quarantania, Olivet, GolgothaI have no voice for prayer or song butrestless need pierces my heart with swordsknowing full well the words one findson a mountaintop may never reachthe foothills no matter how loud the shoutyet there is a tree in every seed evenwithin the deep…
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In 1997, I was exploring a used bookstore in Camden, New Jersey, when I stumbled across a two-volume hardback copy of The Dictionary of the Khazars by Milorad Pavić, a book I had been meaning to read since it came out in 1984. At $10.00 for the set, I couldn't pass up…
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100
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of this I am certain / one day I will not
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I wanted you in the worst way
but that's not how I got you.
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Where the Story LiesEverybody wants to knowwhere the story lies. Does itlie in childhood? Does it liein old age? Does it lie in anangry outburst or a stingingrebuke? Does it lie in a momentof compassion or in the recognitionof calloused selfishness? Bruisedlove or…
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121697
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I’ve been hacked.
Someone has taken over
my body,
is living my life in another way,
is telling racist jokes
at a party
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collar of stars pale blue
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20410
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All I know is, something I was unaware of
Left that vacant look in her eyes
As if I had taken the last brownie of her life
And then heard myself laughing
From the dark side of the moon
Maybe she was just standing in
The wrong wind that day
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In the evening when the sun sinks low and the baths gets drawna tall glass of milk sits slowly spoiling and sweating on the cracked white window sill. And the kids walk across the grass.The birds send out their last farewell notes They sail on the infinite breath of…
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91597
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We’re heading to a
Poetry reading when my wife
Says “You owe me one”
Coming back from the
Poetry reading, my wife says
“You owe me, big time”
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105466
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Devoid of flesh and muscle,
Composed of bone and air.
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I know you,
ladies and gentlemen
We see the near future
through you
Your factual face
as you sit indoors
Youthless
In your ordinary chair
"Mice run through their vision
Mice run through
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shitting out the Mona Lisa.
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