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Periwinkle
You wore your new dress tonight,the one we picked out at the mall last weekend,the day of the summer solstice.I can see us standing there before the mirror, you turning this way and that to make sure it was the right fit. Even on first sight, I loved everything about that dress.The way it hung,…
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An Ethics of Possibilities: A Phenomenological Reevaluation of “Is/Ought”
For those of us who see Heideggerian Phenomenology as a way to bypass Western philosophy’s “pendulum swinging between dogmatism and skepticism,” as Rorty put it, we have usually been left a bit dumbstruck on issues of ethics, of values, of “oughts.” Phenomenologically, any question of what I should do is revealed as wrongheaded when I…
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Fun Isn’t Something One Considers When Balancing the Universe
I want to say hello To the wedges deep inside meThose parts I want to meet. I want to say goodbye To the chunks restingon everything that shows they’re known If they could only divorceBe created in two different pathsFor me, to figure out what I need What I should suffer to keepWhat is desired…
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100 Strokes
I used to brush our daughter’s hairOn nights you were alone with him And I’d forget for 100 strokesAbout the pain it caused us both And I’d remember in the moment afterI’d said goodnight to our child That mommy bent over late at nightAnd screamed and screamed in abject bliss So busy was mommy with…
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Mindlessly Commonplace
An image one could call pedestrian might still convey significance profound. For instance, water dripping in a pan demonstrates fluid motion, waves of sound, time’s passage marked with every passing plink, properties of aqueous suspension, how ratios of geometries link, capillary action, surface tension, volume’s effects upon viscosity, prismatic colors, current convections, refraction and trans-luminosity,…
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the street sweeper
The cockroach of the interstate,he scurries on the walls of streetswith feathered feet that whisper secretsof the night to sleeping asphalt. Perched above the road, he trainshis eye to trace the shoulder’s curve,guiding his discus brush to swirlthe line like ballerinas spinning on stage. Inside, the world is still.With wrinkled hands he plays the screensand…
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The Crazy
Tell me about your mother. And I am, just like that, reminded I put myself here. Here I lieacross black leather red-eyed.He, red-tongued lip-licker, prepares himselffor his favorite part. Tell meabout your mother. And I’m awareof my breath because of his tools. Like teeth his bone saw clicks. Temples drip like juiceuntil dribbling and I…
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emotional
my father says women are emotionalbecause i cry when he yellsand he yells when i ask him to treat melike he treats my brothers. my father says women are emotionalwhen my mum refuses to speakbecause she knows if she talkshe will scream and make threats. my father says women are emotionalbecause i’m afraid to talk…
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First Kiss
Senior Prom, May third, nineteen fifty-two.The lights lowered for the last dance and our shadowed first kiss, kept like a flowerunfading. Arthur’s Swing Band mellowed, to spotlight the husky crooning of Miss LouParsons, “Goodnight, sweetheart,” at the hour of wishing: “In my dreams tonight I’ll hold you,” as we’ve held each other from that midnight…
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Modern Rhetorical Metacriticism
There are several methodologies available for use in the field of modern rhetorical criticism. Using each form and comparing their insights and conclusions against each other will garner an analysis on which is more applicable to the selected artifact chosen for study. This is a criticism on the utility and necessity of the critical styles…
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Purgatory
Perhaps the hairpin pupil of a child’s eye,is where all the lost things go to hide,burrowed back in the folds,of underdeveloped matter,in a squishy skull,soft down hair spattered,in our moments of regression,it’s shame that burns our eyes,and blinds our senses,So then all things lost,live in the foggy memory of our evolution,the grey landscape we can’t…
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How the Dead are Revered
here lies a dead man a bad man a sad handto hold his weeping bride he was good (or he tried)kept her happy (satisfied)but hear this, when alivemama wished that he’d die burnt frying panleader of a klan(as if i give a damn)said that he had a planto make a better land(a cleaner land! unblemished…