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“He may take long walks in the raining dark almost aimlessly to a spot of soaked grass in a neighbor’s open field. He’s decided this is the place for you and him to meet again.”

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Author:Kristen Henderson, Of My Maiden Smoking

“I dream for an absentee and oft maligned device—the accident-maker, the soul-taker, my camera; its factory guaranteed third eye, without which I am duly dim and memory denied. No pictures for my contrived Arbus to declare, excepting some stitch of Sexton manages these sentences of despair.”

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“Once, I took the penny whistle you gave me and discovered a spot by the roaring falls where I could play as loud as I wanted. I lay in the bifurcated trunk of a low-slung birch tree. The sun peeked through applauding leaves, high overhead.”

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“Up past the old lime kiln built into the side of a hill we take a hard right at a clearing lined by brittle apple trees still willing to bear fruit. I snap sticks beneath my feet and steal pictures of the view while you reach for something sweet, as much as it bows to you.”

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“Through a trick lighting technique the skyline was made and faded with the care of a pointillist— maybe aiding us to think nothing was missing. We traded verbs about what was happening in the metropolis, realizing, in the scorched plum of dusk, actual human infinity was occurring on an island before us....”

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“Who is so fancy, esoterica saves the day? Who is the Yogi, Namaste?”

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“If you knew you were going to lose your memory but you could choose five things you’d never forget, what would they be— a certain face, a taste, a scent, a touch; how deep in this, the middle of your life?”

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“As a woman still, without the right kind of mouth, my tongue’s of no use.”

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“You think it’s a game? Unintelligible? Ha! Envision no spoons. This is serious. It is a matter of joy versus emptiness.”

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“Once lively peonies now wind-weary, and ragged at the edges, hang their heavy crowns; rain on their backs, one final act, before detaching from the stem and falling down.”

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“Good Poem Sit, lay down, roll over, here’s your treat.”

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“I write for pages, get lost in the mezzanine hidden from stages.”

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“I offer a duo of free-range monosyllabics: one being “wow” and the other being “cool,” often said in sequence, spoken without drawl. Take them, leave them, or show me to the Dewer’s--”

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“In history, the bleeding from arbitrary beatings, forced breedings, and choked-heat breathing could almost be withstood by soul-feeding songs sung, or listlessly hummed just to go on.”

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“A giant motherboard of geese, unruffled by the state police, swarmed in unison, in harmony...”

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“He utilizes form for a striking lecture; young poets shiver inexperience, but thaw over their own work, fertilize magic.”

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“Such is a community of inviolable immunity, protected from tampering or harpooning mutiny. Every better thinker’s impulse to shrink us (at the shoreline from our lifeblood’s deep pulse) uses disparaging scrutiny to sink us.”

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“I wonder what became of you, your Johnny Rotten skin, no Emerald City eyes. You'd have been a beauty if you let inferiority steam your glasses with its candor, sans laughter.”

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“Editors keep pushing deadline strain while people sleep on benches and subway grates; a welter weight boxer dances on the platform at 125th Street station, commuters look unfazed...”

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“Time’s relativity is considered and abandoned, for the more revelatory experiences of starlight in strands, and pearly floors that span as far as absolute compassion...”

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