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My Brother’s Curls
I remember when you were bornA wavy-haired rebelSquealing against our mother’s arms.Now, Small shoes strike cement.A pitter patter in pursuitOf those fiery curls.They follow the flamesFlickering from your head,Unfettered.Don’t blame them for wanting,Chasing.Innocent freedom is a fleeting Godhood,And though you may fall in your play,And grow into the scuffs of age,My Prometheus brother:You do not…
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Natures Scream
I hate natures scream. For something so beautiful should never feel so loud. Tears into the pondHurt me as much as you For we are the same. I feel your pain and you feel mine, It’s as if we are intertwined. But oh so sadIs the truth Of I am you And you are me.You…
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Sightless
He sits in a boothawaiting his companionalone in the dark. The smell of cooked fishis one of comfort to thehunch in his stomach. He hears a voice say,“Are you having the usual?”He nods in reply. He savors the tasteof his traditional mealone bite at a time. A soft touch evokesthe memory of her face;his last…
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Birthmark
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Unleashing the Individual on the Canvas of Writing
Writers are often frustrated because they are usually stuck in a corner of their own making. They ask questions like why can’t I write like Edgar Allan Poe or why doesn’t the Stephen King method of writing (1500 words a day) work for me? You can’t write like Poe because he is a product of…
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The Lineage Annotations
He begins with cryptic commentaries;perfunctory shorthand withinthe margins of a leather-bound text. Which color is Death? Light flashes from passing vehicles.Dash studies the dense text with noteshe views as lineage transmissions. Achievement of the real is not impossible. He endures those endless car ridesAs currents inner realizationsguide surges; crackling insight. Why is the sky so…
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Between Waylon and Willie
Dionysus sits under the neon sign flashingO-P-E-N in a multicolored rainbow the night smells like Busch or Millerit’s cheap and too salty but it keeps flowing like a pee colored river down his throatuntil his eyes are bulging from their sockets some smeared lipstick daydream with her facepressed against her palm, thoughtful, almost pensive he…
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How to Make the World a Better Place
It couldn’t come cheap, of course.Then they’d say, “Well, you get what you pay for”and “I bet it’s no good.”We’d package itsleek and clean,not too much of it,always, almost enough.We’d need a slogan too-nothing too clever:Good. It’s for you!And of course a celebrity spokesperson,though that may be harder to come by.But by gum it’s worked…
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Saturday Mourning
When someone gets cremated, their bodies are burned with dozens of other dead people. Addie told me this three days after her grandmother died. “So that urn sitting on my parent’s mantelpiece in Alabama—the one holding my great aunt—that’s not just my great aunt?” I asked, scraping my fork across my plate to grab…
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Awaiting Direction
It’s bloodcurdling to careWounds with the deepest scars Given too much to peopleWithout one reciprocating bone in their body Don’t let anxiety devour youWhen all signs point to noCraft a detour The alternative route never traveled You are the exception. Worlds wish on a thousand starsFor one of youSo, grip tight and let go Embrace…
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BABY’S GOT SNACK
So many snacks nowadays are just seeming like…some sort of dare, aren’t they? Almonds, like Internet dating, are something I keep intending to bring more into my life. They meet you halfway, almonds do. They hold up their end of the bargain of being actual food and tasting as good as the humans that manhandle…
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THE (FALLEN) ART OF MAKEUP
First, cover what’s a must;dark circlesand red spots,and then, pores should be diminishedto the smallest acres of skin flecks, and then—then, skin should glow and be pink— some fake health on the surface of the surface.Spread foundation even and equal everywhere—regardless of high and low, cheek or chin. Forehead must come closeto a pure whiteness…