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  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    We, me, he. Rhyming laughs. We, me, him. We are the fifteen in a row, horizontal lines; the grounded monstrosities, the heart flutterers. We are the tall, the tight-lipped. We are the steak eaters, the cool, slicked sidewalks, brothers on our backs. Last Monday was my birthday. Fifteen t...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Toss the egg in, stir stir stir, crackle It will pop, yes, it will sizzle. If we have a birthday tradition, it's these noodles, plain and simple, just eggs and wheat and a bit of soy sauce but cheers to you, we have no wine but fifteen noodles, all in line, all long. There's mor...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    we fit perfect like musicbox hinges because (once upon a time, in a time far away) i was a poet and he was a thinker, so when he spoke, i’d transcribe a story like this (with monologue fluid, my goal was flat to predict these line breaks) : plato drank with grapes, and / olives in his wi...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    (a) i wish i could master the english language so perfectly that i could describe with heartwrenching precision how i feel when i think about your eyefolds or your tummyrocking voice or that scandalous wrist with my name spilled on the side like simple (b) sick dreams tonight-mostly of you-...
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    so when I jumped at that yellow haired scum short he said something like he thinks I’m good looking but that boy doesn’t know me enough and what is there to know there’s only a little bit of yellow and blackness and a little bit of rhyming triplets ; all he needs to know is I have t...
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    if you held my heart with your tongue I think it would be healed I think your saliva would stay in my golden mines and we’d never ever have to worry about preservation or conservation or moration but only respiration and perspiration and balcony full moons only whether your tongue ...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    I dreamed of you last night. You were an angel up in heaven, singing something. I couldn’t make out the words because it was opera. You were a black angel in the midst of the other white angels in heaven singing the same song. You were beautiful with black dreads going down your back, and thes...

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