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Count the Stairs: June 2012

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But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea? Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be? Wednesday, June 20, 2012. Yours is an answer that lets you sleep. Mine is a question, so I stay awake. You have a book you don’t understand. But quote like a word a day calendar. I have a black and white picture,. Packed in a box I won’t open soon. You need a friend. I need a metaphor. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Count the Stairs: July 2012

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But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea? Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be? Saturday, July 7, 2012. His tarnished metal belt buckle;. Bucking horse, rodeo version,. Kicking state letters off its back. It means something now,. But not what it meant. When it still held up his pants. He knew about horses, fed them,. Rode them, broke them, named them,. Remembered the names, every name. Mom in t...

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Interviews & Press | Sarah Marcus

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Every Bird, To You. Prosody: Pittsburgh Radio for Contemporary Literature. Prosody, which airs every Saturday morning on listener-supported WESA 90.5 FM, is Western Pennsylvania’s only regularly scheduled radio program featuring contemporary poets and writers. WESA is an NPR affiliate. With transmission reaching into Pennsylvania and surrounding states. VoiceAmerica Between the Synapse Radio. November 06, 2014: Rape Culture in America. The City and the Writer: In Cleveland with Sarah Marcus. 8220; The Ch...

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Isn’t it worse to make me sit here? | amireofclaims

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Isn’t it worse to make me sit here? June 15, 2015. June 15, 2015. You are you are. How does that make all the girls. Who actually aren’t beautiful feel,. Can I say that? Everything is just a depression. We can have,. Your income will probably be lowered. So that you can’t support your kids. And you can bet on that. Just like the never. Take over of modern art. Because ancient is paper skill,. Modernism is universal,. But we always get things wrong. And why not leave the. People ten minutes early. Fumblin...

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Someone on the Potomac. | amireofclaims

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Someone on the Potomac. July 10, 2015. July 10, 2015. Someone on the Potomac has gone missing. Like a hideous whip across my back. Hardly sincere with hardly smiles. Some sensation says that. It might have hurt but. Instead it was felt,. Frisked away in a fumble. The ends of long days. Happen in the morning. Right in the front room. By the glass door,. By the window,. The middle of a river. Perhaps someone’s face. A rock, a rapid,. One temple to another. That the same thing happened. Split a lip a creak.

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Night Walks with bayonets. | amireofclaims

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Night Walks with bayonets. April 15, 2015. Made my limbs hide. Made the frisky boy’s. Eyes torch, limbs show,. Antics sitting in a circle. Under our smokey treason,. Caught up again in. Like the lapse in his. It was an easy shot,. The feeling of being told so,. Acting off a host mindlessly,. Forcing a fast thought,. From spineless jabs,. To make your peaking face. Open its pockets,. Flush out flies,. Or freckled fleas,. That boy of you. That mass of sloppy peas. Mashed together then,. And shaky hands,.

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Curtains above the heater. | amireofclaims

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Curtains above the heater. April 16, 2015. April 16, 2015. As the narrator,. Some things continue and. Things to shed off now. But I want to grow. As a writer,. How to prevent my. Spattered bacon grease,. But I still want to grow my. How do you do that? And what about things. That aren't just me? Should be able to. Say that the manger. And not a secret birth,. But I also want dead,. Or uncut nails,. Something to believe in. Things to shed off,. Like molted propriety,. Instead of created it,. We wouldn&#0...

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Resolved to living sunk. | amireofclaims

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Resolved to living sunk. April 15, 2015. We had an ocean. In the terror, the tear,. The tore, those written. In my bathtub kind of rules. Became a slap,. An endless mock,. Of scripted harm,. And later a raft with. Bitten arms, a dead. Red cap of alarm. For a published Marat. Like always, that. I didn’t have to join in,. Kill a king, an order,. Be a smitten promise. That you’d pay out,. And I stayed over here,. With pickled plains,. The verses I liked,. The ocean and my passive. But as we should know.

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amireofclaims | Perpetually loitering about. | Page 2

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Isn’t it worse to make me sit here? June 15, 2015. June 15, 2015. You are you are. How does that make all the girls. Who actually aren’t beautiful feel,. Can I say that? Everything is just a depression. We can have,. Your income will probably be lowered. So that you can’t support your kids. And you can bet on that. Just like the never. Take over of modern art. Because ancient is paper skill,. Modernism is universal,. But we always get things wrong. And why not leave the. People ten minutes early. As good...

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When you Rome the streets of Paris in Amsterdam. | amireofclaims

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When you Rome the streets of Paris in Amsterdam. June 15, 2015. Words are so big. So that I can read them. Your face is just a lousy letter. Or a scarlet A. That you don’t fix to able. My ears feel like my nights? Last time I talked to you. Was after I didn’t talk to you,. You were hammering a christian. On the outside of a failure. And he tasted like a slab of river salt,. Our factions aided you. By peaking out the door. For the defense you didn’t need. They should have just pledged. Back to the room.