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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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***
Bittersweet
this kiss of sweet entreat
though
tongues entangle and hearts
are
hurried. Passion is petulance,
petulan..
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***
Friendship
is a dangerous game
played without protection,
without
the shield of invincibility
men wear most of the time.The
..
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***
Leonard
was my friend
until
he took a wife.
Both
of our lives changed.
One
of us not for the better.
..
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***
She sits on the bed, naked,
her
small breasts bare and slack;
to
her, her breasts are part of herself;
to
him, they’re m..
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***
I
frequently listen to hear the sound
of
the ocean’s intentions, an arduous
undertaking
consuming time
in
gre..
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