escarp
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A train whistle slips through the rain. Your memory Dopplers into my past. I bleed coffee and update a pie chart. @
2:44 PM Nov 26th
from txt
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When she met him, the rain stopped, the clouds parted and the sun shone once more. The drought lasted the rest of her life. @
3:44 PM Nov 16th
from web
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Are trees offended standing/
by telephone poles? Do they aspire/
to charged practicality? @
4:54 PM Nov 12th
from txt
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Watford Gap verge through coffee steam/
hum of traffic noise/
knowing we are an hour away - the beauty of the service station
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10:03 AM Nov 3rd
from web
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My private motorway, from childhood football after construction to arrival at Wigan homeward bound, clear route past roundabout town
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1:22 PM Nov 1st
from web
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Ever since the Church replaced the Blood of Christ with the Extract of Opium, reported Visions of Mary became ever so glorious.
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12:58 PM Oct 19th
from web
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I pulled the alarm as a joke. I didn't know about the real fire, but no one believed me. My school needed a hero, not a clown.
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11:25 AM Oct 18th
from txt
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She marked out "susurrated" and sent the article back. "We're not writing for wine drinkers. And I want to see your receipts."
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11:45 AM Oct 14th
from web
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Charon trawls the internet for discarded avatars. Small, surplus lives, flotsam of the electronic sea.
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9:53 AM Sep 27th
from txt
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A great business plan/
Cartoon character condoms/
That talk like puppets/
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10:48 AM Sep 19th
from web
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A great business plan/
You pay me to ram, scrape, wreck/
Bad drivers near you
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9:07 AM Sep 18th
from web
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He is my charge. My long fuse, my ominous weather report. Nocturne, shiver. Sailboat on a moon river. @
12:10 PM Aug 31st
from txt
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Watching a woodpecker go at our shed with such gusto, I didn't have the heart to tell him it was aluminum. @
3:22 PM Aug 21st
from web
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He sleeps so hard he looks dead. Then he sighs, unaware of the seizure of love and fear aroused in the quiet. I fold more laundry.
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10:59 AM Aug 20th
from txt
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I roll your words around my mouth/
Like a plum/
Taste them. @
9:16 AM Aug 19th
from web
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No one hates the Beatles as much as the guy calling numbers at the DMV. "Number eight," he says, then grimaces. @
5:12 PM Aug 7th
from web
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he is a fishnet jobbing as a windsock/ corkboard bobbing, hoping the sea opens/ unmoored, he says send me a storm for a doorway @
3:42 PM Jul 13th
from txt
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vile hissing possum /
lost traction on its entrails /
can’t outrun my car
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5:34 PM Jul 10th
from web
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As my friend told me about Peak Oil, my tongue fretted the crack in my bottom left molar. I nodded and took another sip of my coke.
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3:06 PM Jul 9th
from web
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In the brownstone, a couple fighting in the tub soaks the floor. Their laughter runs into the drip of your ceiling.
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5:05 PM Jul 4th
from txt
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- Name escarp
- Location Lubbock, TX
- Web http://escarp.org
- Bio escarp is a selective, twitter-based review of brief poetry and prose. Visit escarp.org for guidelines.
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