These Are the Rules
What matters most is how wellyou walk through the fire.—Charles Bukowski The whole world may be burning around you, […]
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To Tinnitus
You could be crickets or midges,whine of the wires inside the walls,transmissions from distant stars, shareI can hear of the
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Two Poems
A POEM ALSO ABOUT DUPLICITY It would be unfortunate if the idea of multiple selves obscured the fact the
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Trading Places or Out Among the Missing and Lost
Maybe I was on the D train methodically making my way to a Yankee Stadium day game when some legless
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While Reading Scientific American And Amnesty International Between Calls At The Help Hotline, My Coworker Asks Me Why There’s No Therapists-Without-Borders
The mother of the suicide bomber who entered a temple with his own idea of heaven strapped to his body
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The End of the Old Woman
She was an old Hungarian woman. She had lived in the same apartment for one hundred or one thousand years.