residuals

So oftenthe setting is the home of my childhood.The garage, full of multiplying and subtracting cats,the yellow-and-orange-streaked linoleum of the kitchen, the lavaof my boyhood games,the windowless den. When I picture that room,it is only lit by the shaky glow of the television.It is a museum alivewith memories that breathe and laugh softly,of items and objectslong ago lost or left behind,of things just of out sight oroff the...

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ink received from the editor's pen

The trend now is to take song lyricsand replace one word in the choruswith a contemporary wordlike tweet,so, for example,you keep on tweeting my love into the borderlineorI would tweet anything for love but I won’t tweet that.It's not plagiarism because we've replaced a verb.The trend now is to avoid entire elements of language.This is what I recommend.Replace any adverb with the name of a television show.It's something our readers...

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morning coffee

I missed you like summerto a frostbittenfinger.Yes,I missed you like a limblost to the jawsof an alarm clock.I missed you likethe spoiled flesh of young loveachesin the haze of separation,and, though our divorcewas to be permanent,your custodyof my consciousnessleft me in a world of constant dark.What good is a poetwithout a cup of something?Winein the evening,or in the nearing dawn when creation stretches long,but an early-hours...

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