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each morning for the last two, the pigeons busy themselves in building a very dedicated nest on the bridge over the cortelyou tracks. -
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my grandfather, pop pop, died last tuesday, february 23. i flew home the next day for the viewings and the funeral. he was old and he suffered tremendously at the end of his life, but i-- i am sort or hearbroken over the loss of him. it's hard for me to talk about. all week i've been thinking about the one time he offered to play catch with me in ( Read more... ) -
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on coney island avenue, there is a run down irish pub. yesterday, old time brooklynites gathered there to cheer for the jets, then raucously drink away the pain of the their loss. one man had a steelers beer koozie, which he certainly brought from home. the drinks were cheap and the juke box, my lord the juke box. the old men sang along to ( Read more... ) -
three by jean valentine
Mare and Newborn Foal
When you die
there are bales of hay
heaped high in space
mean while
with my tongue
I draw the black straw
out of you
mean while
with your tongue
you draw the black straw out of me
Rodney Dying (3)
I vacuumed your bedroom
one gray sock
got sucked up it was gone
sock you wore on your warm foor,
walked places in, turned,
walked back
took off ( Read more... ) -
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thank you balladsofmirthThey Call It Attempted Suicide ( Read more... ) -
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i don't even think i wanted july as much as i want january. -
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in truth, i did plenty of work today. in greater truth, i should have worked steadily for at least ten hours. but i was just so incredibly tired. i fell asleep for two hours, and watched half of the worst lesbian/ radical feminist movie EVER, a short film about a williamsburg girl who has a one night stand and gets an abortion, and desperate ( Read more... ) -
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i still have not started my work. i just spent the last hour reading entries about dan. i can honestly say that after the last major blow out in December of 2007, i haven't thought about him like i did for all those years. the dreams have mostly stopped ( Read more... ) -
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this paper makes me want to stab myself in the eye.
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