Pillow talk with Shia LaBeouf

M. WrightDecember 20, 2016

  I’ll start. The blueprint for my bones got jammed in the printer. @thecampaignbook: hold my hand, close your eyes   My eyes are clos...

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Sometimes Birthday Cards

David Byron QueenDecember 15, 2016

I am the last of your improvisatory saguaros you are in your mascot mask the least Amish girl I know a clean-cut Canadian eggcorn you work at my father...

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My hands have smelled like garlic since yesterday

Megan P.December 8, 2016

I would like to be wearing a large shirt that says dead horse point maybe you should call me, pick up the phone and say one word only to pick it up a...

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Not Much Of A Girlfriend

William LessardDecember 7, 2016

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Leaks In The Lease

Bibles AppropoutureNovember 30, 2016

The apartment is out of bread and milk. There is leftover barbecue in the fridge. The barbecue keeps me from going to the grave. Staring out the window, I wa...

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reddit in a dream

M. WrightNovember 22, 2016

the internet raised me to be sentimental about the unauthentic.         &when we audio trip together I can’t remem...

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I Hope This Finds You Well

Ruth Isabel GuerraNovember 15, 2016

 I. a whisper “goodbye” Did I mean to leave you the second letter that mentioned we were like Scarlett and Bill in Lost in Translation? I di...

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Emerging markets for cardiology

Tingyu LiuNovember 8, 2016

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Considering today important / after Darcie Dennigan

Alex O'HaraNovember 2, 2016

… learning the words… “it’s just” & answering… is this that bridge? Yes…someone smells like… smoke… been following me for a while maybe it’s…& it takes ...

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twitterstreamlinesofconsciousness

Shannon CawleyOctober 25, 2016

my implicit bias comes from the bitter Beatnik narratives; the 60’s, the thin legs of hippie hallucinogens   teach me how to read and then pour batte...

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Anne Boleyn

Alison GrahamOctober 20, 2016

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Dear Idealism

Naomi WasherOctober 13, 2016

Dear Idealism, I thought you died that time. It was the way she said (        ), the look, the gesture, the inescapable what if. How do you feel no...

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A short course at community college

Alex GriffinOctober 12, 2016

HUG: a three week intensive in the art of holding   Week I: practical seminar Introductions, course survey, icebreaker. Discussions of purpose, i...

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your phone is about to die and you hope it takes you with it

Joseph Parker OkayOctober 4, 2016

your phone is about to die and you hope it takes you with it pt. 1   you’re sick of taking shitty phone calls from shitty customers so you put your s...

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Instantaneous self-portrait

Christos KalliSeptember 29, 2016

02.00 a.m. shut up and let the snow speak. the posture of the weaving trees sights a complain. if you could speak the language it would be about too much whi...

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¿I can has emotionz?

Devin TaylorSeptember 28, 2016

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Cosmic Inflation

Monica BeaujonSeptember 27, 2016

i know ghosts and they are made of light— mountains are just the bones of earth and my skin is just the artificial border between me and infinity when did...

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Scintillating Come Down

Matt AlexanderSeptember 20, 2016

Come down with me. Let me implant in your brain a picture, Dr. Robotnik, of Technicolor gray. With a scintillation, I tripped into Sonic’s Sega bodega, C...

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some *drake voice* tings i wrote after i thought for a second.

Adrian RojasSeptember 6, 2016

on my down comforter, which is too warm for summer the other day, i felt a little taller a bottle rocket’s skeleton falls onto the roof a flash there, ...

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HAVE SOME LOVE

Katie FosterAugust 30, 2016

I don’t know. Too long. Absolutely I listen too. And you have perfect dreams. This is your daddy. This is your animal. You. ...

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CHARLIE ROSE

Salvatore DifalcoAugust 23, 2016

1 Late for morning shows, isn’t it? Blue sneakers give away the athlete? Did he ball at Duke? Back when black sneakers ruled. 2 Once no...

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New Moon Warranty

Em MellerAugust 16, 2016

If moons aren't planets But magma satellites And each lunar month A new one's guaranteed, Why are we on your couch Watching ancient episodes Of FRIEND...

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Thinking Ahead

Rivka YekerAugust 11, 2016

I plan our break-up before we have our first kiss. It’s as if I am yearning for  someone to hurt me before they love me. Whip out the chain and slash me  acro...

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Applications of Verbs in the Past Tense

Hunter LewinskiAugust 9, 2016

Meets/Met Falls/Fell Holds/Held Kisses/Kissed Grows/Grew Disagrees/Disagreed Fights/Fought Cries/Cried Tries/Tried Loves/Loved Hates/Hated Speaks/Spo...

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Three Techno Poems

Anna MirzayanAugust 2, 2016

“what would a hologram of a queer body look like?” In this refracted museum light my flesh looks odd, distorted, limpid, dripping—- canned like a digital p...

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When I Go Out

Jono NaitoJuly 28, 2016

when i say my name i pick my voice up off the floor dust it off stretch it out it was made with mountain timber and a cellists draw   i count the day...

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Selfie

Brian McCartyJuly 20, 2016

The most perfect thing I’d ever made, he wore my smile with a candor I could never muster, stretched it like the neck hole of a favorite sweater as he gave...

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IN THE SONORAN DESERT ACROSS THE BORDER

Elijah TubbsJuly 18, 2016

Unborn bodies follow us to New Tenochtitlan where poppies and marigolds flower, hidden in tall grass a grist of bees has built their hive in the carcas...

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Like an Orbiting Planet

A.J. HuffmanJuly 13, 2016

Gravity and panic collide, pulse—a heartbeat of balance is born. I flare—a meteorite, burning through the night. You crash, a firefly hanging against the ...

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Taza Abeja

Michael DemyanJuly 7, 2016

work in boots call anyone later and music   is there that which is such a complication   another state where my truck goes on occasion ...

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