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  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Love has not yet made a stranger of a friend, or stranger friends than us...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Life is like a piece of bread left in the toaster: its hard. Life is like a political debate on TV: its stupid. Life is like an unfinished sentence on a napkin: it doesn't make sense. Life is like an old and well used pencil in a cold wet fist under a pale and heavy head: Its shor...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    Behold: The shelter of smoke and coals, the lives of two humans alone woven together like spruce root bowls, watertight. Behold: The lone wolf howls in the isostatic flats pure lust in tooth white and fur black, hungry. Behold: Aurora borealis behind cumulocirrus: The Northern Lights ...
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    eighty seven more memories left bob marley hours of silence sorries chocolate muffins bruised ankles curbside picnics words about college and graduation capri-suns complaints about math homework brand-new running shoes excitement and accomplishment buttered upside-down bread christmas...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I'm in my car, thrown forward with unnatural velocity. I've been thrown out of cloth, somewhere I've been shaken and dusted from a cot or bed, little pieces and scents of me flying out windows and settling on the corners of carpet. Somewhere the fog of my breath is leaving a gl...
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    Smile often, loosen shoulders and let arms swing freely. Alternatively, if these are not available, drink black coffee and try not to talk too much. Read plenty of Gandhi. Dali Lama, Carl Sagan, and the New Testament are also suggested. Substitutes, if prior materials are missing ...
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    Have you ever been so happy, like I have: I was at the graveyard all by myself and I just wanted to be an undertaker move into that little cube at the edge of the lot and tell jokes and pray and bury people's dead friends, because someone has to do it for everyone else, I felt like a...
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    this is a song without a melody; I prefer to leave my words unburdened, verbs and tenses broken like foamy waves, creating music of the rise and fall and the crash. this is a song for the barefoot, the undaunted neighborhood kids, the haunted house should- have-stayed-at-home tomb-raiders,...
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    Here's to all the left turns we put off for drier days; uphill rain climbs when I said "stick to the right" and you said "why?" We'l take them all, someday. Every single one. We'll explore the mudslopes in fearless boots and gifted shoes, until we&#...
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    It should have been linen, the tablecloth. The plastic kind just don't lie flat. Plus they smell like, plastic. I'm the only one who notices, I think. Everyone else has eased up from the silence into figure-eights and circular conversations, and side pools; telling stories, balanci...
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    Sapling-deep in crusted freeze, planted immoveable through the weight of miles, freezing miles, I kneel, monolithic and insignificant, statuary on the edge of the middle of the creeping chaos of winter: politics of bones and ice. The snow becomes me, complements me, suggests that...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    These are the dirty kids can you taste the tiredness, like a hundred dusty trains running down day after day? Call me back, patient road You're so reliable Don't ask me why I don't belong in this town I don't know I don't know We are the travelers there's...
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    My rainy music is Billie Holiday, and Ella is for the sun. George Shearing and Gershwin for afternoons, but the morning is for silence. Morning is for searching for those misplaced constellations for those condensated dreams, quickly evaporating. Where are they? The songs for sunse...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    In places like these the dust doesn't settle, it gets rolled up in zigzag papers and filtered through the bodies of daytime state workers. I come for the jazz not the coffee and all I leave with is poetry. I tip but mostly conspicuously, I want to give them the feeling and it's worth losing t...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    The desert only means heat to the greenhorn, he realized. Isn't there a desert in Canada, he thought? A month ago Steve Rose would have said it meant heat and jalepenos and peyote, but the bite of the desert, the real life-and-death of it was the cold. He curled his fists around the fringed edg...
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    1- Take it seriously 1a- When they say to do your best 1b- When they say something sad 1c- When you make a promise 1d- When you laugh or smile or speak or are silent 2- Take it easy 2a- Nothing is ever worth worrying about ever at all. 2b- That was a lie, but its almost true 2c- Laugh. No...
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    If someone wanted to make a movie out of us, sitting over the water in our garden colors, I'd be played by Michael Cera, and she would have to be the ghost of Edie Sedgwick, Smoking an invisible hand-rolled cigarette, swinging invisible pearls, singing inaudible tunes with a haunting f...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    yes I don't know why, but it feels right to write it. Just, yes without punctuating adornment, or any capital, like a vagrant positivism. Like a dispossessed hopeful. Like a human....
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    A feeling, like airports and early morning rain, and other in-between things, you know, those things that aren't really there, they're just in-between, like the New England coast to my friends in Germany. Thats what it feels like, here, waiting for you....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The words, they are too heavy To wield gracefully. I am trying to be so careful About you, But I am falling stones. Please, don't Forget about me when Your feet are steady, but your hands Are trembling. Don't forget about me When your eyes are closed but you can't S...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    Just another day in the loneliest lifetime Just another wave of my fading light Just another waste of someone else's time This pen and ink will crumble Before these eyes, this heartless face And all the thoughts return to memory, And learn to rest on artless grace, Artles...
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    Waste deep in dirty incandescent light I cant even rub it out of my eyes The silence is an insect symphony Wrapping itself around my quiet mind They call it silence; I call it the sound of a fever or a cloud, screaming...
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    [I am sure I love you – I really am,] The sunlight passed through the broad leaves, Displaying an emerald refraction of Strength, life, age; a slow, old growth that sounds Like a steady, low music all through these Wrinkled trees, and I can smell it, Like coffee or a bruised onion; t...
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    don't speak don't speak don't ruin the moment the momentous fluid opening the mouth of the horizon yawning out fire life light spilling into the pooled shadows, the corners of darkness, the dregs of night and suddenly sunrise. and its day, for our side of this ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Back before: Before falling Before heartbreak Before the chemicals Before the sleepless nights Before the danger was real Before the edges were sharp Before the shadows were clear And the hard light reflected off our skin Back before we needed words For the love we were willing to give. ...

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