Author: JulioSueco
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– The Macmillan Dictionary has an entry for duh. – Duh! Like I wanna know that. – Ok, so what, do you want to know? George sat exasperated; this student was fidgety, looked distressed and nothing of substance came out of him. – Dunno. Silence. The room of his office couldn’t look emptier, yet he…
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Americanness They recognize me as one of them nowadays. Somehow, somewhere, I must’ve lost it. That glowing tan that set me as outsider. Now, they speak to me unflinching; As I seem no longer newly arrived. Today, am the one thoroughly shocked. Since I hardly expect to be talked to it in it. Someway, I’ve…
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– The Macmillan Dictionary has an entry for duh. – Duh! Like I wanna know that. – Ok, so what, do you want to know? George sat exasperated; this student was fidgety, looked distressed and nothing of substance came out of him. – Dunno. Silence. The room of his office couldn’t look emptier, yet he…
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– You really haven’t noticed? – Nope. – Not once giving it a thoguht? – Are you talking to yourself again? – Just hear me out. – Oh God! Not again. Alright, Spill it out then. Gardner sat silently and brought out his Stanwell Pipe, a Sixtus Smooth model. He invariably never failed to tell…
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– You really haven’t noticed? – Nope. – Not once giving it a thoguht? – Are you talking to yourself again? – Just hear me out. – Oh God! Not again. Alright, Spill it out then. Gardner sat silently and brought out his Stanwell Pipe, a Sixtus Smooth model. He invariably never failed to tell…
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Frijoles Aztecas
The classical. He does it. But he does it because he misses those things which bring back to memory those very things which he is far from. I’ve always argued that there isn’t a most fervent nationalist than he or she who is an ex-pat. So he sits there in the kitchen and makes food…
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The classical
He does it. But he does it because he misses those things which bring back to memory those very things which he is far from. I’ve always argued that there isn’t a most fervent nationalist than he or she who is an ex-pat. So he sits there in the kitchen and makes food that he…
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Haiku G-spot
The rain came by Leaving water puddles I got mud with love
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Thoughts galore
Boy! Been working on this last poem and it sure seems to always need some improvement. Even when I am moderately satisfied with it I go back and give it a second look. I try to be consistent with the images that the words convey. I guess loathing pronouns or adverbs and participles doesn’t help…
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Haiku #0000004
Typing like hammers light bright as nails My head hurts today
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Stockholm Rucks
Taking an aimless stroll Through these tacit atmospheres I gaze about aloof Near throngs of people by Slowly making headway An halcyon wanders into view A solace embraces my senses That wavers through and by Along noised urban voices People sway to and fro Intersecting between spaces Leaving only hollow voids Seized by their loneliness…
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Solivagant
The pavement was like any other, black. Sand blended with dirt could be seen strewn on the surface. Strolling along its path, George, with his hands inside his pockets, noticed a kiwi smashed well into the rocky asphalt leaving a distinct green color alongside black seeds. The sun had done a good job in drying…