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I killed it.
Didn't even relocate it back to its outdoor home, as I had work to do.
This is being human.
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Why can't you just appear? You can take the interesting shape of an intelligent lion standing up there in a glowing white robe, I see, so why not just come on over, Aslan? You're invited. Why does it have to be a mysterious projection of a sign? Can't we…
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I walked into a novel and sat down on a rock. The language was distressed and full of cyclones and swells. I could smell embalming fluid and folklore. Everywhere I went there were doorknobs, escalators, and clocks. Objects of all genre overflowing with prose. I stood at …
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Between chapters, he trained my dog, Buster. He taught him to fetch bottle caps, roll over for no reason, and to play dead whenever someone raised their voice
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Say say say say say say says our I-I-I-me tunes:
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A Praying Mantis
clover to bright emerald green
landed on my sleeve
and lingered as I worked
in my hay field.
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Damn, the light turned
green
on me.
Wasn't ready.
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I had a dream about being in a vintage alley that had bowling balls with adjustable relations to gravity
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At the time, Leanne was meant to be going with Daryll Keyser. She played bells in Mr. Davis’ marching band, and Daryll played tuba. On the bus home from Tulip Festivals, still in their uniforms, they’d do things to each other in 10-minute turns...
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And aren't we are so then so rarely The hero in another's story When we want to be. And why are we so always Rounding stories on the heroes Who don't want to be? And aren't we are so then are so rarely Heroes in each others' …
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Every time it happens,
I think of Amber Heard
and how hard you can be slapped
without a bruise forming.
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the only thing that impresses me now
is the state of my inebriation
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The coals lose their glow.Sun kisses the back of my neck goodbye.Someone plays Boys of Summer one more time.The cooler tips... The tides go out...
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Wherever she looks, Janey sees cats; staring in at her through the kitchen window, peering out from beneath cars, and eyeing her through hedges. With their sinuous bodies and merciless stares, they remind her of her sister. "Plain Jane and Scary Mary", the dog and…
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She rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs. Her lewd poses were fine on a fat cat, but as I rubbed her belly I wondered if that’s what might have gotten her into trouble as a human. I tried to reassure myself that her indiscretions weren’t my fault
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It's house has seen every day and every night
From its windows stars are born and die
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“Time to check out,” I tell myself, looking at sailboats and surfers from the open window of my hotel room. I inhale minty incense and gaze down on a dark-skinned woman in a sombrero beneath towering palm trees. Laid out before her on a folding table ar
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“Silent Valley: The quietest place in the Western hemisphere.” Jerry pulls back the throttle and squints so the wrinkles deepen around his eyes and creep out past the frame of his sunglasses. Even through my headphones and the thwok of the helicopter blades I…
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The man with the truncheon emerged at the monorail car's forward connecting doorway. One moment the space was vacant, a faux metal canvas for the dazzling sunlight streaming through a grime-encrusted window. When next Theseus Harrow looked up from his seat the dark-suited…
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