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***
On
a perfect day in May, the lake
is
placid, mirrored reflections
of
sterling puff-ball clouds
languish
amid a brilli..
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***
In
my dream, I bloom
one
night of the year. I’m
a
Queen of the Night,
I
grow down south near
the
border
..
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***
Joe
got dead. Says accident
here
in the paper. I didn’t know
Joe.
He worked at the power
company.
So it don&rsqu..
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***
(three
strange angels from “The Song
of
a Man Who has Come Through”
by
D.H. Lawrence)
I
fear the three str..
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***
The
leash tied to night is a knot
attached
to his stomach, and it tugs him
to
the car, impossible to throttle
the..
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***
I
live within the layers of my onion,
peeled
back just enough to cry.
My
stew is missing its flavor ingredient,
cut
me..
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***
(from
Lincoln’s Gettysburg address)
Lincoln
said it; our country lived it.
Many
on either side didn’t survive ..
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When the morning is fresh,when the hungover world
is strugglingto wake up,
that’s when the cityis at its ugliest,when
the day’s flat g..
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***Oh,
you wondrous tea-colored land,
you
try to pretend your heritage is different
than
reality, you seem required rather than
inspired..
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***
To
4-year-old me, excitement of catching a fish
was
too much. The catfish flopped onto the bank.
I
pounced, slammed my ..
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