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She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.
She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.
How much, I thought, such stolid suffering resembles love. Planets don’t change direction as easily as love.
There was something in her voice, some awful, enduring fire.
“I just moved here and I want to get a plot in the garden. What should I do?”
I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft
All night the insects’ grinding jaws chewed through the darkness.
What if my mother could have been happy if I hadn’t been born?
Here is my aphorism of the day: Happy people are monogamous.
He guessed it was the worst thing he had ever seen or maybe ever would.
We will use my entire bed and all my dishes, make dirty each chair.
Since his mother’s fall, Ali had been stopping by every week to help out.
We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.
The old man drinks some more liquor and whacks down two trees.
I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.
Snows piling in his crying mouth. Cold gave him a light complexion.
Desperately, children: I am in desperate need for desperate need.
It is our first time, both of ours. This sentence ends with hate myself.
My father made me watch softball on ESPN 2 to help me stay alive.
Love is trickling into Lady’s heart where usually there is only fear.
On your Desk—Oak Penshaft—Necklaced with Pearl—Iron Nib—
Even before bills and rent and adultery—you don’t sleep well.
In the morning light, I could hear Bashō hard at work.
I had the tongue of an adder and my heart was black with rage and hate.
One door teaches to read for meaning and pleasure. Another shuts.
It’s just a great big old world with Santa and angels all around.
Poems and stories are the whisperings of angels we cannot see.
I dream of snakes coming out of me and through the house to find her.
