[ a poem about being hard of hearing ]
i cannot hear the ticking of clocks.
i cannot hea
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[ a poem about being hard of hearing ]
i cannot hear the ticking of clocks.
i cannot hea
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He was young, but even in his young years Jacob Evers taught me more about life than any college professor I've known. When we were seven years old I loved to pick the sunflowers from the meadow ... [+]
The sun beats down and heats the parking lot asphalt
On a sunny California day,
That makes the
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I put on my mink jacket and sunglasses and began to drive to a local parking lot. The air, despite it being April, felt brisk that day, almost like the weather understood what I was about to do. As I ... [+]
I was almost certain there was no one in that house.
Sometimes I saw the garage light on but, I mean, if it was electric anything could trigger it. There was a cat door and so I assumed
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I drink from yesterday
and taste the tangible tang of nostalgia,
that golden age feeling.
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Why can't I write the feeling
of this city?
The floors are warped and the paint is
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I'm dead again.
Another quick trip across the Styx or whatever one wishes to call this black void and
I'll be back on my feet.
I wonder who I will be in this life.
Man or woman?
Rich
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I'm really sorry, Mr. Hogan. I didn't mean to get in trouble. I really do have a good explanation, I really do!
It's just that I always get hungry when I sit behind Maggie. You see, she has
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It wouldn't matter that much, whether we lived or died. It mattered to us, sure, but in general, I mean. We would be just one more frozen corpse on a mountain. Like ornaments on a tree. This tree ... [+]
Imagine standing backstage and hearing, moments before the curtains open, that the crowd of freshly trained marines had booed the last performers off stage. My knees would buckle. Janie Thompson ... [+]
It was going to be a good day,
my Horoscope said so.
The sun was out and the air was
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It was twenty minutes before the start of class on the first day of my first year of college.
California. The land of opportunity. Maybe not completely accurate, but for a gay kid like me, it was
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