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Calm down, I wouldn’t classify this as a sex dungeon.
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I remembered our wedding reception. I tasted the crab cake, pulled her from greeting people, said, you have to try. And she did.
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One sunny morning, a big-bellied ball of yellow fur surveyed a yard full of prospective adopters and ran straight to one.
She’d been chosen.
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Our lives depend on/
engineers
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That evening I sat and watched the sunset. The color of the water changed from blue to black. The sky turned from pink to star-spangled ebony. There was no moon.
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whistling some blithering tune, trotting around the kitchen in his underwear with his ribs, a long row of meatless tragedies that screamed for something other than the meal he was making.
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One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
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I stared out the window, the fog creeped up the Avenues like a spectator.
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If you’re not dead yet, you’ll die of something.
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Rerunning, now it's published.
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Once upon a time I was definitely a writer. I told tales everywhere and even wrote them down. Every one was a fabrication woven around a morsel of truth. Many accused me of putting them in my tales and ruining their reputations.…
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But I came back around, after Robert Kennedy got shot, with one hand up your skirt and the other on the gear shift...
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Before I published anything in a literary magazine, I was rejected by literary magazines, dozens of them, and these rejections gave birth to one of my more strange and long-lived art projects.
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He wore his hip in his hips, his lipsShe wanted to know if he would lick the edgesWhen he pulled the coffee cup from his mouthA bit of foam clung to his moustacheShe watched it there, wondering if he wouldTwirl it off with his fingersOr lick it, his tongue darting out like…
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7. Using Cohen's Method of Structure craft a piece of fiction featuring unexpected conflict. (12 points)
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My life is life in shape alone./
The substance leaks away like blood/
removed by the embalmer’s art.
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She likes his smile and Cajun accent, his earring and dangerous ink.
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Put down your bazooka, Marianne.
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I don't usually take bets, / but I took this one.
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"Baby, he turned gray and dead before he hit the floor".
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You hear the thrum of blowflies first...
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That was one option. Another was to assemble all the resident grunts...on one side of the island, jump up and down in unison, flip it over, and see if life on the bottom was any better.
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She was still alive when I started to write the story of her life, called Lucy's Story, about her recovery from catnip, but it was not the real story. In the fake story, she took the subway to A.A.
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tiny bits each one found meant something had blown apart. that someone was no longer with us. but somewhere that things were crawling towards unity again. another gun had been fired. would peace always start over? it's funny how it will. a hand…
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These days, even God has a day job.
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On finding out that gonads are part of the female anatomy as well.
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To be honest, I've always wanted to be black
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