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“Rhythm” by Richard F. Yates

Words. Words can work for me. Words work hard, so I don’t have to. Words are like silent music—and I need a beat. Word beat. Hard workin’ word beat… —Richard F. Yates (Primitive Thoughtician and Supreme Bunny Lord of The … Continue reading

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“Fragile Conditioning” by Poetrybot 070 (Licensed to Confound)

The red, red rose of nowhere Climbing cactuses for a better view Chirping with delight and indifference The climax was missed, hidden in the mist No glow in the Fall… Insufficient data Temporal anomaly Psychic fluxuations disrupting proper cognitive flow … Continue reading

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“Until” by Richard F. Yates

Slang is a monstrous technology. A toaster without fixed dimensions. A soundtrack that replays whether anyone is in the room or not. Demonic anecdotes with whipped cream and coffee. Well done grasshopper legs—to help you see in the dark. Keep … Continue reading

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“The Sun is Shining” by Charlie Centipede

The sun is shining and the bombs haven’t dropped (yet—on US) What more can we ask for? How about ignorance? (Would it be better not to know?) Or indifference? (What if we just didn’t care?) Or a new crusade to … Continue reading

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“Lived Too Much” by Richard F. Yates

—Richard F. Yates

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“However You Slice It…” by Richard F. Yates

The road is hard and shouldn’t be used as a pillow. Move along, move along… Spiny ant-eaters go to the movies instead of cleaning their rooms. Move along, move along… We’re always crippling our dreams lest we be judged. Move … Continue reading

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“Mundane Objects” by Richard F. Yates

“Mundane Objects” by Richard F. Yates Rockets blast out of garages as Billy goes to the market for milk. The mundane wonders that daily surround us have lost their luster for their very familiarity. It’s a miracle and a shame. … Continue reading

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