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***
I
have a ton of these tiny tomatoes -
the
Tulsa food pantry gave them away;
I
guess they wouldn't survive long
enough
..
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***
(Looking
for Mr. Goodbar, 1975, by Judith Rossner)
Had
you asked, I would have soared
into
a gorge in my Ford Falcon to se..
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***
What
do you say when there's nothing more to say?
What
purpose is served by small talk? Chit-chat
sounds
like squirrel tal..
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***
No
doubt somewhere sometime
in the
distant past eleven was a lucky
number
for some tribal nomads who
moved
in one lon..
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***
How
do days turn into years?Can
you tell me that?The
bartender doesn't answer,keeps
slowly turning her clotharound
the inside ..
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***
I
found my lost cat Buttons in the front seat
of
a wrecked Chevy that lorded over a field,
a
rust-faded maroon monarch sta..
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a haibun
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***
This
year I’m taking soil seriously.
I
buy the stuff to stuff into my pots, the seed
starter
stuff, and the en..
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***
Why
are eyes drawn to misfortune?
That
boy, playing in the sandbox, only has
one hand; the two boys playing
with him
..
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***
Sweat
drips down my collar.
The
boss is staring me in the eye,
asking
me if we had relations,
me
telling lie..
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