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At four he called his editor to tell her that the chapter was going to be a little late. His editor sighed. "Maybe you need a fresh perspective," she said. ...

"I want you to see him," said Stephanie. Michael had been drying a dish; now he paused, holding the cloth against the wet ceramic like he was trying to stop ...

08. Helices of light spool up the dawn, and store its secret blues under white spokes. The townlights hiss like water doomed to boil out its water soul. We walked ...

07. I am, for the briefest moment, suspent. I paid away my weight my every perfect collapse in coins that smiled in the hand like bullet holes, looped round with ...

06. But the sky is pushing apart the day; I have felt the hours of my lost afternoon warm at my elbows, and looked up into a swelling dark, a ...

OKAY WELL Obviously I'm not really... DOING NaPo per se but I did write some poems this evening, thanks to the generous prompting of Navita! 06., 07., and 08. are ...

4. Water mixed with paint, in her soft palm flowing like milk through the partings of finger from finger. In the sink physics became a private thing. She slid skin ...

03. I am in the business of losing weight, and in the mornings I breathe the clean pain, and in the evenings I cut carrots. My mother came to me ...

2. That day, pigeons were drinking from the puddles in the shadow of the church. a/n: This is a poem I have been trying to write since Christmas. It remains ...

I guess I'll just sit here and sulk at you all.

1. I was told there would be doves: and there were feathers, like thumbprints on a photograph, and I went looking for them in the boughs of of the telephone ...

0. It was half past four; I found you sitting chin-deep in the sunlight that was pooled in my yard, the dusk having dried the sheen from your eyes but ...

this ice, dislodged, falls togetherly and sharp the aching break, the sweet slide the sounds secretly greening within the bough as it slowbuoyed, these are as nothing to the fall ...

Should I be talking about love? I have heard that I am supposed to be talking about love. And have I ever felt it? the opening in the head? The ...

I feel I must point out that the 'older, historied' spelling is not actually older than the American spelling; before the American Revolution, there was very little standardization anyway. Some ...