with no sense of humor, who isn't goofy enough to fall in love. Oh, the terrible wings of unspoken things. Never trust a teacherwho thinks only certain people deserve to moveup into the starry heavens. I'll think of you no matter what they say about…

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"I write out of a deep need within myself for beauty. A beauty that I think can only be found through the practice, through the sacrifice over time that's required."

Which way are the Pointer Sisters pointing

"...awakening a connection ."

A poem not about fog written in fog with an erasable pen.

Iris is beside herself with excitement that the most popular girl in her eighth-grade class invited her to join her circle of friends after school. On the sound of the bell, she charges to the door to be the first out of the room and to race to meet Ange

Yes keeps falling out of my mouth

Nothing but the motion

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I wonder if she is my real mother, if I could get one of those paternity tests and find out if she’s my real mother and if the guy she told me was my father was really my father. I can’t remember him very well, just a lot of him screaming and hollering an

At my daughter's wake Mr. Aleford, her teacher, poked out his pointy nose, sniffing my cologne. How could I be plastered with this, at a time like this? Well, dear Sir, Two reasons. One, to hide the booze. And two, because my wife and I had made feverish love that…

I spend my time sitting on the back step—poison oak reddening my arm—under the eaves, waiting to escape.

No American ghosts are friendly. I hate to be the one to break the news to you, amigo. American ghosts speak in blood and smoke signals and guttural cries. American ghosts MEOW.

Their breathing could not now be heard: / they'd washt and talkt before they got to bed, / they only waited now to hear.

I didn't arrive at the Wicked Spoon every night in the same mood. Some nights I would arrive under the spell of a generous emptiness, what I like to call the euphoria of futility. Not exactly a state of bliss, but a dazed detachment in which everything is so pointlessly…

The door was locked. Han Solo couldn't believe it. After they'd come all this way! …