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G E R M I N A T I O N
Life becomes alien in my hands a sniffle a startled sneeze that pursues comicality in irony, ever so foreign in every repetition. A tree grew out of my ears, it was planted when I was small and my father had opened up my skull to look for a foul germination; something must have fell in…
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M I D A S A N D C O L L E G E B O O K S
Tyrant stains within the spaces of my fingers; If you will take a ship from my wrist to these, Astrologers will sing ‘no’ in a chorus for my market value was next to none and the production cost alone took a small library or a two. Turmeric thumb— snap like the summon of a magician,…
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Americana
The TV set centered in the airy living room,breakfast flowing out of the kitchen, a fruit salad, garishly and gorgeously colorful,flavors waiting to be accepted into our plates.The screen door lets sunlight casually stream in,providing a view of rows of unextraordinarily neat suburban houses withthe greenest grass you ever did see.Next to the door, the…
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TIME
The moment I was clothed in sheep-woolAnd put out to bah with crowded language,I strayed, I strayedI dug the graves the vultures had ploughedAnd made a song to amuseThe charade called joker-faced destiny Marx said you are too goodIn markets to run, all the stable boy paradesWe ran, we ranInspecting the pulps found in the…
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Ulster County
It’s all of us and the small towns that hurt us. Leaving you was like prison escape and I knew it. It was simple hard, I didn’t know how much poison there was in the water fountain water and school lunch until I left, coughing up blood every once and a while for years. “oh…
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Meat
I was not ready. When she and her sister began carefully browsing the feeder after a single hour, it felt like something had gone wrong. The sanity test of my waiting and the natural world it reveals still lay ahead: the darkening changes in the sky, disappearing contours of brush, the straining of my senses.…
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Anyways
It’s just the way things are, they never change,told you I’ll tell you more later. The world spins with or without us,but know I wanted you here. Speeches only work in the presentand old words can’t save you later. And I can’t always be there. I was looking for the secret of the universe but…
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Michael the Psychic
I called Michael Umlauf on a Friday afternoon, requesting an interview in the form of a voice mail. He returned my call within the hour. “Yes, I can do tomorrow,” he said. “My wife just got out of the ICU so I’m going to see her at 1:30, but I can do before.” I remember…
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Sillage
In the city of lights there lived a blind old man named Didier. In the mornings he cried, in the evenings he drank, and his bones ached always. He had a son, Michel, and a wife, Ana, who both loved him while Ana was alive. Didier enjoyed eating, and he typically visited different bakeries around…
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Letting Your Dreams Fly
Objective: throw a roll of toilet paper through a hanging hoola hoop in front of students crazed on the fumes of homecoming. He’ll do it. He kept telling himself that all the days prior. And guess what? He did! I mean the kids went crazy. He went crazy. He ripped his shirt off because nobody…
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Small Stories for Kids: BACK TO THEIR PRIDE
Today’s issue of small stories for kids comes from Dante: One day Dante wakes up. He eats and he drinks. Once he’s done he gets dressed. He then gets in his vehicle: an emergency SUV! He has to check if the animals are hurt or sick. Any hurt or sick animals he has to rush…
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And Don’t Forget to Text Mom
everyone knowswhat to do by nowwhen the Active ShooterAlarm screams out:rush to a roomthat locks quickly,help the teacherbarricade the door, then hunker downbehind desks or inclosets, and awaitall your Thoughts and Prayers. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like “And Don’t Forget to Text Mom,” CLICK HERE.