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Dialogue Excercise
-Are you there?
-Yes. I’m here…I can’t see you.
-I can’t see you either.
-Are…are we dead? -
Artists' Lament(or Soliloquy)
Echoes in dark, composed in song, sirens seduce the sailors light.
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The Decision is Always Simple
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The Last Letter from our Man Cox
and I’m feeling really good b/c, friend, I’ve got these Taiwanese young ladies wearing a lot of diamonds, which i so generously purchased for them from Zales.
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Chimney Rock
She was naked – he was amazed at how quickly she doffed it all – and that was his cue to drop the shorts.
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forever ... for a moment
Route 59. Roaring engine … dried leaves, newspaper, flutter in the wind. Passengers quiet, each in a private world. He sits alone, coat over his lap, bag squeezed awkwardly behind the seat in front.…
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On and Gone and Smiles All the Way
Twenty-seven gone today,
Drowned in wood and something sharp,
About the killer, all l’ll say,
I hope he’s eaten yet. -
A Taste
I’d been at the diner for too long, trying to trap a fleeing drop on the styrofoam walls of my cup. One does not sip a fountain drink, and yet, there I was—idly tonguing the top edge of my straw, sl…
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The Steps
I lift the foot
raise me up, step…
a step above
six steps below me
the distance beckons on
yet I pause at the landing, glance…
he’s not there.I take another step,
and look
again I hope… -
My Little One
Barbara looked down at her new- born daughter and had to tell her her first story. . .
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Freedom
It is good to see and feel what is true
this is my life!
…and so I thank you:for letting it be
for bringing it out.
You listened to my dreams
you helped me to shout
my joy to the sky.
Ove… -
SUSHI ROLL
The sushi roll sits on a square, black plate.
It is white because of the rice outside it.
It is green because of the seaweed that divides it.
It is pink because of the salmon inside it.
It is oran… -
Candle Smoke
Wisps and curls of smoke
not lazy – just languid
they curl around my fingers,
tickling me: curious
until I jerk away – burnt
by my own desire to waft
away on currents of air,
spreading myse… -
War
I’m all alone out here.
It’s not a question of footsteps,
body heat, or weight
it’s just a matter of breath –
freezing in the cold air. It can’t
stay in: every time it races back
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High-Flyer
Someday,
We’ll learn to admire,
The man upon the thin wires,
And his comrades,
In their motley colors,
Behind the masks of evil,
They always watch us,
Yes,
Someday,
We’ll be the high-flye…
