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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    "let's get two bottles of good champagne, drink one, make love, then drink the other." she's a classy drinker (meaning wino, not alcoholic) with a craving for champagne and the taste of skin. she's a classy lover (meaning silk scarves, not handcuffs) with her sec...
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    I do not have the long, slender fingers associated with artists, nor the depressed, shadow-eyed aura. I am not a tall, underfed recluse or a dilapidated drunk passed out on opium in the arms of an inexpensive lover. I have no terminal illness brought about by my bad habits, and I lack the see...
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    i have had one taste of your salty-sweet skin, lapped gently at the soft solidness of your body, loved the finite and fragile confinement for the liquid soul swimming in your eyes. now i will search for you on every lonely shore; i will fill each empty footprint looking for your unique shape...
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    It is new, this feeling, either from forgetfulness or a genuine lack. She cherishes the memory, the feel of him, smooth skin under dark hair, their soft, delicate, ancient language intermingled on dark blue sheets. She loves the quickness, the abandon and need in his movements. She love...
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    There is a certain magic in a cemetery, as though the souls of the long gone or recently departed are weaving new stories through us, providing the scripts for their own entertainment because they have escaped the consequences that we will wake up to in the morning. Perhaps it is the grainy f...
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    cold, bony feet trying to keep me warm. numb body parts, wanting to sleep but paranoid at getting caught in arms, against naked bodies (why were we naked? it was cold). Pinky-promise me that you love me; give it the strength of childhood innocence and swear upon pain of broken finger (...
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    The smell of her kindergarten classroom and a newschool, with the scent of summer and the image of green hills and valleys. She thinks of the future, swearing that all the sunrises will be hers, someday, somewhere more beautiful and full of what she sees when she reads her books. Yes, sh...
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    "...he isn't trying. He doesn't love me." "I hate her..." she hates me... "I forgot. I don't count." you do to me. "You're always beautiful." i could be less beautiful... The image of her in the tub, trying to die but unable to ...
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    Grow up and cut your hair. Get a job, and stop caring because you've stopped believing because cynicism is cheaper and more fashionable, because all your energy is used up trying to stay apathetic toward the things you really hate but have to put up with anyway for whatever reason so...
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    when i was young, i wanted to be a bird [we loved because we were children and didn't know about sin yet. when we played house, you made a dinner of weeds and acorns while i rocked the baby to sleep. we dreamed of flying and neverland.] when i was older, i settled for being a pilot ...
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    Somewhere very close to the beginning, the Beginning realized that, however much It cared for them, the angels did not make adequate companions (they made good servants, but poor friends and even poorer lovers). The Beginning wanted something more challenging, less flat, and more like Itself. It tho...
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    I want to live in a world where my daughter asks me "What was war?" Perhaps that is too much to hope, but I have always had high expectations of the human species. I have cherished dreams of smiling children unafraid of pollution, unafraid of nuclear fallout, unafraid of God o...
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    "We apologize for these civilian casualties." It is a political apology meant to appease a government that may or may not care in a personal way, but realizes the need to pretend....
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    We will explain away tools of mushroom clouds and fatal vapor; tools that would paint the world over in concrete, that would turn rainbows into the black holes of our enemies' homes (whose enemies? what have they done that I should hate them? who decides who is to live and who is to die...
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    We will explain away tools of mushroom clouds and fatal vapor; tools that would paint the world over in concrete, that would turn rainbows into the black holes of our enemies' homes (whose enemies? what have they done that I should hate them? who decides who is to live and who is to die...
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    Dear God -- Don't worry, I still believe in you; no need to have everyone clap and chant, "I do believe in God, I do, I do!" No. I know you're out there somewhere watching us all on your celestial widescreen, a big, cold glass of God-Juice in one hand and some popco...
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    When are you grown up? Is it when your poems stop rhyming? When you stop believing in religion, or when you start thinking that there is a God, but that He took His hands off the wheel a long time ago? Is it when you realize that adults are more than willing to hurt you and pretend th...
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    Victor Wooten is the sound of chamomile tea in a dark blue, hand-painted, hand-shaped mug while you wait for the laundry to finish. Watch the spinspinspinspiiiinnn … your bare feet vibrating with the machine and your back propped up against the door, assuming that no one will come through...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    She walks into her room, and there he is -- the Cheshire cat, half-disappeared and holding a butterfly loosely. She stops and stares, entranced by the floating, disembodied grin and the bloody wings of the butterfly. "Listen Angel, if you're worth something, come here." His voice...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    She traces his soft, pale skin with her fingers, wondering if it will tickle and wake him up. It doesn't, so she gives up and carefully lines her body against his, her fingers now splayed and unmoving on the warm slope of his back. She's laying on her side, toward him and the orange m...
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    Pale limbs wrapped around a brown trunk, the victim of an undeniable attraction that refutes evasion. You innocent, trapped in this web of romance, so beneath and beyond your earthy knowledge -- all commitment, passion... but no longevity. There will be no escaping -- unless by some altru...
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    Safe simple feeling of "I want to wake up in your arms, naked skin swishing against naked skin. I want to be half conscious of early sunrise morning sky beyond our dark curtains before drifting back to sleep on your chest, in your heartbeat. I never want to be old or do commonpla...
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    Look at pictures of your mother when she was younger, and looked even more like you. It makes you sad, doesn't it, to see her so happy. This was when she wore her hair long like the hippie she was, and skipped school to go to the beach with her boyfriend, your sister's father. ...
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    Listen to your father singing just below the voice on the radio, his voice a high tenor that makes you think of the wind when it goes around corners or sneaks into cracks in the walls. Listen to the memories the banjo will bring to him, memories of a five-string played at coffee houses an...
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    Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down to the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. It's not my name. Not my name. So don't write it in all your hopeful letters, filled with dreams meant to entice, to entangle -- I know you, Humbert....

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