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This Road I Am Traveling, a prose poem
This Road I Am Traveling, a prose poem I used to think it was possible, even desirable to order the world into alphabetic categories, though I never dared cut someone open with such a blunt knife as...
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The Latest Fashion: New Toilettes, a poem
The Latest Fashion: New Toilettes, a poem (title and subtitles from an essay by Mallarmé) I. An At-Home Gown in Garnet Velvet. I receive you at my front door, formally, immaculately dressed,...
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Edie Sedgwick Discusses Her Early Years, a Monologue/Poem/Story/Lyric.
I felt I was Gloria, some angel living in her own hallucination of time. We were angels on LSD, on LPS. I was cheesecake, chocolate-dribbled, sexy & asexual, pop-rocks eye candy. Wrapped in a...
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doctor’s report: patient a, a short story
Kimberly Townsend Palmer (originally published in Burning Word) Doctor’s Report: Patient A, a short story Patient A is a living museum of femininity, and serves as transitory evidence of extensive...
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Giant Redwoods, a poem
Giant Redwoods (Statements in italics taken from Ethics, by Baruch de Spinoza) Look farther and farther toward thin blue sky, until the green feathery tops of the trees are like the northern pole on...
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Violet Crown, a fable
Violet Crown, a fable It took a long time for the dreams to come back. (The dreams took a long time to come back.) Her parrot knew before anyone. The city of the violet crown. No one escapes the...
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War, a very short story
The woman thought of God a hundred times a day. A thousand. An infinite number of times. Consciousness on the quantum level. And each day, she grew unhappier. More discouraged. Bleaker. Uglier....
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Mercy
Every moment of her life had been marked by her soul, waiting and restless, trying to elevate itself. Yearning. In the end, she had done what she had HAD to do… she recognized herself only from a...
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Prayer, a prose poem
Prayer Oh! It happened with the first naked, helpless chicken in the oven I recognized… Mommy, get it out, let it out, I cried… chickens have their own heaven, my mother lied. At six, I dressed as...
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Out of The Wilderness, a poem
The bride’s laugh vexed the lands,overlooking the great, bruise-coloredcanyon, when she first said to the groom,No, I don’t think so. She defied his desires,for nearly a century. He tried so hard…it...
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