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get out of your house

Get out of your neighborhood. Get out of your town. Get out of your state. Get out of your country. Go out of this world.

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This is what you say

Tell ’em your soup was too hot. It hit your throat like lightning. You couldn’t holler about it. The shock was volcanic and frightening. They’ll have their doubts. Will say you never cried, you should’ve bellowed out, we’ve heard Wolf … Continue reading

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Whispers in Black

Black fireworks spark the sky And the waters that drip onto the black lake mirror the faceless child with the black eyes Cool is the trembling that shakes the black dirt under our feet We hear the call of our … Continue reading

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Views

I don’t know what people see that I don’t see when they look at me.

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The only thing you’re allowed to talk about is the weather

A middle-aged man stepped into the elevator with me. He was holding a half-gallon of milk with his left fingers. Weirdo. His other arm barely held onto a stack of very loose papers. His suit was baggy and his shoes … Continue reading

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