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The girl put her elbows on the table and rested her chin in cupped hands and this was for comfort but she appeared symmetrical the way an etheric visitor might and the brightness was just then trying to find a way through an opening in morning dining room…
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There were too many laws but not enough of the kinds she wanted. She wished for the right to go shopping. Then taste rather than disposable income or access to finance could distinguish people.
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Annie remembers clearly the smell of that classroom, the look and taste of it. Thirty little cruel girls, as cruel as only girls can be, sitting in rows of five.
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Hi fellow writersThis is a proposed start of novel.Protagonist is Flor "the urchin"her grandfather, whom she hated when he was alive (and vice versa) is seeing her life from the void, he has died.Please offer any feedback or thoughts you may have, all are appreciated.Here…
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The crumbling meccas/
gnaw/
Each fiscal year’s quota of blood and bone,
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Now comfy is as comfy does, but when sleeping strange, please accept a wide range of cradle, crib, cave.
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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We should put him out of his misery.
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The next time I see you, I’m going to pretend you’re a stranger, and that I’m meeting you for the first time.
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I don't want no laugh track
I'm trying to find something that's real
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That TV you got me? Ruined. And the ionizer fan? Ruined too. All your clothes you left over here, all my work scrubs and weekend dresses too, soaked with that river stink water. I kept thinking bout all the dead creatures.
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poets can kill, or at least they once could:/
perhaps poems tamed us, if they are any good.
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my hands splash in to
silver and suds
in attempts to rinse
blues caked in grease
away for a while
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I tell my doc I’m special, 1 in 1,000,000 special: unhitched, pushing 44, and knocked up. "Call Guinness," I joke, and fake jab his right arm. He puts his two hands over mine, smiles gently, like a father.
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Rarely is Quay Street so clean,
Monday in rain,
Neactain’s ticking over with
Slow jazz and crosswords,
Stout and steaming anoraks.
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I won’t be eating much anyway if someone doesn’t start reading me. I’ve got to get a hook so people will be drawn to my work. I’ve got a few concepts I’d like to share with you. See what you think.
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She asks me what she should do, and I say I don't know because I'm no good at handling fragile things. She says, let's talk about you. I say I can't - phone signal, you know. She calls me anyway, twice, then leaves a message saying that she just wanted to
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ill kept secrets for sun and dance, sun and moon-shaped universes in the sky.
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He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.
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In my dreams, I watch a sand shark sleep / on a coral bed
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It performs the dialectic that intertwines real and ideal through her mounting concern about being choked to death then eaten by a very large pig.
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I take her to the zoo, and the tigers get out. The little tigers, I mean. Cubs. Two of them.
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Chuck woke when he smelled cooking.
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In my choppings, I come across a tiny carrot amidst the baby carrots. The runt if you will.
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the Way that can be mapped leads nowhere.
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Control and decorum. Manners. Practice such to protect yourself and others.
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On a Saturday I flew from murky air. My wings grown weak, I stole away from plundered nest, casual stings, and skillful barbs. In family's fold, I perch.
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