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when the conversation died down she paused knowing it was too easy;
it reminded her of all the best things in life that had gone wrong
in the end ..
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I feel myself toeing the borders,
trespassing, slipping into other countries;
clandestine passages over ground rules & drawn
with a finger i..
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I read once that a man said:
breath is the bridge, and
we have been walking it
all our days, all the hours
and minutes, the path to
conscious..
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I anoint myself with oil, starred
sandalwood across my wrists,
my brow, & the soft concave
where your hand rests; the spark
of my own lumine..
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I taste a saltiness, a sea
when I bite down: a bit of sin,
nothing to be too concerned
about. A slow drink of whiskey;
& a shot of somethi..
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sif
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Nothing is permanent. ~ Buddha
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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public,..
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short story:
Let me introduce you to Saro Kincaid. The inspiration for her tale came from the desire to expand upon a poem by Mina Loy, "Songs to J..
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Life life life
is more than just my
or your obtuse theories about it.
I think I would like to live someday,
where I can see tides,
where I ca..
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