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This is an abstract poem based on Mickey Cesar's Patio Sets.chained chairs cling, cloudconduct considerations of cottonwoodcross-curb  screen season sits sidewalkssnow sparrow spasms in street- summers as bicycles birth blanket breathesand thick t...
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 300,000 + Latinosand 2?people AND Latinos?or Chicanos?or Hispanics?or Mexican Americans?and my Cuban friend speaks French and dissented from his country- or theirs? not ours.never ours.ours is a country with borderswe are people with bordersand somew...
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standing still, alonehoops—leaps, bounds stretched out infinite directions toward sky delusion dipping in, out of consiousnessyour hand grabs mine, though notand you are gone taken away as you took me away all those years agoa time so important to n...
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the struggle, today, continuesa restless battle of him pitted against another,himself. right hand packs first punchhard, on cemented wall glazed over with hope,never ending.  decades of pain bear downresponsibilities wound up tightstrangle, entangle...
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vulva...
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 It’s a damn shame40 miles from Okla. City___said the road sign aheadwhen, in a Seminole manger, a crowing hawk in toe, no one cared, or knew, or cared to knowthat you, aloneJoseph-lesshad cried all night from pain, panic, heartache.Tears, sweat...
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as she pops with want and wane,brittle territories encroach swell and role above the skin a frame incapable of weathering any stormshe wavers, breaksunderneath the pressure ...
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check you out, strutting down the street,your genuine swagger, one foot in front of the other, tossing in a bounce here and there chill relaxed and smoothhip to a jive unique in its notions of life, love, beauty a plight of righteous individuality“la ...
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 In early morning Murial wakeshard and fastexaggerating stretches and yawns. Her feet rest heavily on the carpet as she standsopening the blinds she looks out and sees the glory of G-d in all thingssliding the window to her left she breathes in deepâ€...
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smoke me like you would the cigarette burning in your hand. inhale long and deep. relish the flavor. let it linger, burning inside out. swelling lungs, caressing throat, sailing smooth through mouth, nostril-- every pore.  play melike you woul...
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a distinct sound of danger – death that evokes fearzooming by, butyou are just a fly a fly un – just in a justly wayyou buzz an omen for those fallen someones in the night or a poem by Dickinson written after deatha book of lords by Golding depict...
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 One of my favorite things to do is get together with other people and write poetry. It's fun to see what comes of it. In this case my friend A. Lex and I were bored at Encore (something none of you should let happen because you should be visiting me...
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This is the beginning of a short story I've been working on for a while now. I like it, but some people have had concern with the dialog. I'd love your feedback. Thanks!Megan A bird does not sing because it has an answer...it sings because it has a ...
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This is the beginnings of a short story I'm working on. The second section mixes tenses a little. I think it flows well, but I'm not sure it comes across in my head the same way it reads. Please let me know what you think!XOXO--Megan That morni...
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acquiescent of this phasein life, timeplaces placed from fateyou drink me, deepwithin my soul your countenance stirsdraws blurred visions of antiquity feelings arise, holy unknown...
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to a stool at the counterin an unfamiliar restaurant,where you are now, unexpectedly,bachelor number three.The busboy lingers, bemusedat her haphazard collectionporing over menus.Bachelor number oneis an earnest young manlingering over the last bit ofpine...
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miles of road stretch out pavement burning in the sununforgiving in everywayas she does it the same lurching in distancesfar beyond rough deserts blown about in eighty mile an hour windsits the destination she’s been dreading  splinter, tundra, cras...
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I don’t suppose it matters to me when you, out of the blueon an early summer morning, with rain pouring out of the backgroundcall up just to fuck me over the phone   ...
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 obligations bind you walk awaysurprising no one but me...
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