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he strides with noble purposefulness along the crazy paving
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nevertheless, this crowd had come up with a universal cure for humanity, and regardless of consequences . . .
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You know when you see the flashing blue lights in your rearview mirror that you're not being pulled over because of a busted taillight or carelessly doing fifty in a thirty-five mile an hour school zone; your crime is being a Black man behind the wheel. It happens often…
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A constellation appears in the shape of Van Gogh’s missing ear.
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Maisie dear, I can't forget her--
I only wish her poems were better.
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Before the days of “customer experience,” Eddie figured out whatever information he could about his clients. He asked them for business cards, recorded their phone numbers from the reservation book, snapped photos of them in his mind…
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Now, these explosions announced, political bribes and propaganda weren't going to be enough to push things through. There would need to be survival from blunt force trauma and fear tactics, a relentless forward march
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Major Chaos came here one of those hot days. I was washing the floor, wearing old clothes, when he knocked on my door. Since I don’t have many visits, I let him in. At first, he seemed like a soldier, but upon reflection I realized he was a big green fr
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I work in finance. Yes, I have money. Yes, my apartment building has a doorman.
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We are/no more than heartbeats on repeat.
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the emergence of the Beatles and the Vietnam War
sad human electricity
no buzz of any wheel
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He begins talking about string theory. He reels me back in, from the dinosaurs to the infinite, human evolution and alternate dimensions, until it makes so little sense that everything makes sense.
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A girl stretched out on the long backseat of the Greyhound bus, her head resting on a bright pink overnight case decorated with colorful stickers announcing the places she intends to go: Paris Cairo Hong Kong Rome.
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"I would physically — not metaphorically, mind you — make love to that avocado..."
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I want to ask him why not now, right here on the living room floor when Rosie is out for the day. Instead, I suggest Sunday afternoon. I can make grilled cheese sandwiches and we'll eat them on the veranda. I'll take off my tennis skirt and unbutton my...
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We were the same and different. I was wild, wild, and she was calm. A pair of dolls we were. Holding hands in thin white dresses. Running through fields. Spying on boys. Making small things from grass and weed and wildflower. One day (it was a Tuesday) al
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Sleep left him like a fragmenting illusion. Suddenly, he was awake, like something pressing but fleeting had awoken him. Once awake, though, all he had was silence and stillness. His pulse quickened, his…
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It was a summer full of rage and discontent. The air had a new taste to it, reminiscent of the tang of battery acid.
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When the malady struck and the world fell dark at noon, she and I groped the walls and found our front door. Outside, bewildered, we heard the whine of jets in free-fall, explosions in the imagined distance. And we heard a car — or was it a truck that veered…
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Endurance wears the soul thin.//
The hour to succumb ticks ever closer.
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in the much more terrorizing display/
of male pattern stupidity//
as seen so often on TV/
in the House and at Fox News.
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I’ve blown out my shag haircut
and it’s big.
BIG-big.
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There were ten thousand photographs buried in the bottom of the jar
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So, I rough her up with sand paper, and hit her with chains, making dents. She examines her surfaces, tidily and efficiently, indicating the spots most in need of filling in with scratches and scrapes.
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the stars might be the audience or they might not be
if the beat sits right next to me and hugs me nasty
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Mama loves birds but is afraid to fly.
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A pale face was illuminated by the street light. A voice rasped, “Charlie?”
“Do I know you?”
“It's Bill.”
The side of his little brother's thin face
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If you want a nice meal,
writers take you to diners.
They’re thinkin’ noirly,
you want something finer.
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How does Bandie feel about snakes? This is my thought. What good is a serpent without venom?
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