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Nothing more than a beaten baby, fleeing down the aisle in my virginal gown of naivety.   He wore my hope proudly. Pinned to his chest like a red rose boutonniere.   Concluding whispers of the tired and disillusioned pursue me as I try to prove them wrong.   Oh! Oh, no. I’m not the stereotype of predictable failure to …

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New York City

Take a bath, you filthy whore And wash underneath your teats Where the sweat tends to collect And gel with cum lubricant.   Blow me off as we motor Down Madison Avenue Honking at every cab And pedestrian alike.   We will piss on your sidewalk And stack the trash on our curb; Snickering at the tourists We will insult …

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Sarah Marchant

Demo Tracks   They all want you to write something sad about religion where the train meets the rails where the shaking knuckles meet the trigger.   A handshake (firm gripped) with God that’s a shock to your system – yeah, he gotcha good.   You’re still harmonizing with yourself over some girl who never loved you more than she …

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Judith Grissmer

  It’s To Die For   the beauty of this night, its strange glow of light rising after days of heavy rain.   At nightfall the sky is alight with pink and yellow fire—   owlet moths that thought they were hidden are in a frenzy over the last purple spikes of catnip. You and I walk without words as …

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Autobiography #12

When I was in sixth grade Mom asked me what I wanted to do for the summer. “Camp is good, you’ll make friends.” She said it like an adopted kid wouldn’t get confused. You got me almost yesterday. Mom and Dad were getting a divorce and didn’t want me around while they decided. Maybe I skewed the thought process. When …

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Breaking the Links

I tried so hard to keep fear away from her. In the garden, I’d say, “See, honey, a worm,” and watch her pick it up, never showing the squeamishness that kept me from touching a worm myself. We read stories of strong, brave women, who surmounted obstacles, forging ahead, not allowing fear to vanquish them. Overprotected Understood Betsy learned to …

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Data Flow

Social sensibilities in the Information Age are communicated in sound bytes, exchanging mostly trivia in brief, revealing detail that neither satisfies, nor extends relationships, tersely structured for minimal response from diminutive users.   by Gary Beck   Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director, and as an art dealer when he couldn’t make a …

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AJ Huffman

Of Fucking and Fleeing   I do not need the residual bullshit of whining Will you call me’s, nor do I believe in the transcendent lies of I’ll call you tomorrow’s. Mine is a nature that learns from past catastrophes.  Names are irrelevant.  Sex is my church. I confess I enjoy sinning, giving myself to another in shadows, but I …

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Ossuary

Oh, home of cracked bones, crypt of condensed composure. My time has arrived.   One bone, two bones, three bones, rattle my bones, shake the box until its cobwebbed truth tumbles out onto hard-packed dust. Shredded into ivory splinters, you’ll find the derailed train that hurtles toward you, only a few feet away now. Before you crash, look closer. Find …

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Tables and Chairs

It’s all firewood now, the scarred, splintered, broken-apart tables, benches, and chairs piled   high far behind a country inn, all the dinner engagements and family celebrations they’ve accommodated now firmly   past, service so demanding as to render this furniture debris, the owner and his son, keeping a hose handy,   igniting the fire, flames swirling the mound instantly, …

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Dancing with Time

I see corpses when I look at people they are dancing with the past and dreaming about future they desperately mark their territory they scream yelp make noise thinking that returning echo will be them or their soul   and there is silence there is nothing not even as much as blackness that would have a meaning   they are …

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On the Road to Atheism

She looked into the mirror very closely As she just combed her hair morosely.   No doubt she was extremely beautiful; Beauty dumped on her by the merciful. A face that could launch million ships; Eyes that so sent men on ecstatic trips   But her life had been a crisis-series; Crises that chronically really wearies; A ton of poison …

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