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*** I should have eaten that pear a week ago; now its core is mush. Some lonely dumpster diver will discover a p..

*** Don't worry about running out of gas,it's all downhill to Sin City from any side of the valley. Just shift into coast.Gravity wi..

Thanks to Ken e Bujold for editing advice.

Thanks to Ken e Bujold for making me look for the deeper poem, the poem within the initial attempt.

*** Turquoise is a tiny drop captured from a clear and cloudless summer sky;I'mcertain it's New Mexico where the sky is an endl..

*** I hope no one ever says I’m special. Expectation is a bucket of cold water that melts whichever witch doesn..

*** This house of doorways lacks hinges; each doorway lacks its door. 472 rooms in the village, all their doors are mis..

*** This path we travel can it be walked as one? Regardless how dear the affection, no matter the sincerity ..

*** I was a 13-year-old basketball star.I had a growth spurt and blossomedhalf-a-head taller than myclassmates, still too short to ..

*** When I opened myself this morning, I found an empty can, not even the little bits of tuna you usually find, the kind of wast..