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A 25 Mile an Hour Slap to the ***It feels like the right kind of leaving / Like the end of a movie / Late at night
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Oct 6, 2012
A Fable Ending in the Sound of My Veins On Most DaysOn most days I feel like a cave on the outskirts of a small town in Iowa. A lonely hermit lives there. The cave is a body of tunnels. Some have lanterns waiting to be lit. The hermit lives somewhere in the center. Sometimes the children who have made up stories about the hermit visit the mouth. Full of fear, they yell into it. Yell, "Hello! Are you there?". After a moment of silence their own echos bounce back and startle them. Realizing he is not real, the children laugh. Their laughter fills the small tunnels, and the sound makes the hermit happy. On most days my body is heavy with that sound.
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Aug 7, 2012
A Fable Ending in the Sound of the OceanEvery day as the sun rose / the sand sparkled like broken glass and salt / The ocean saw how the sand sparkled
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Oct 31, 2012
A Good ManIf anybody feels like taking a break from poetry, here is a short story I finished last night. It's very short. Feedback would be much appreciated. / http://normanshine.wordpress.com/2012/06/23/a-good-man/
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Jun 23, 2012
A Lesson Told from the Couch of a FatherIn the darkness of the living room / the street light breaks through the blinds / He sleeps on the couch
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Oct 29, 2012
Alex is not a Carnival Mirror (FLP)Looking for love in different faces / Looking for love in carnival mirror beauty / Alex does this
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Apr 19, 2012
A Lifetime Isn't Long EnoughI have just enough time on this earth to love you fully / If you let me love you now / There is an eternity beyond this moment
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Aug 25, 2011
All The Things I Never Really LearnedWatch me make things complicated / It’s a gift / So much a gift I never got much further than long division
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May 16, 2011
A Pep Talk I was Never Given (FLP)*My heart was in spin cycle and I knew she would hang me out to dry* / Michael tells me / Tells me
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Apr 3, 2012
A Playground Apology From a Childish Man (FLP)If I could say one last thing you'd know I was different / You’d see these walls as something else / You’d see the holes for footing
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Apr 18, 2012
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