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an undercurrent of fear is running through my community
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i stained his hockey sheets
right over the red wings
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She feels the music deep in her belly,her hips swaying, she looks out through lids no longer guardedand sees you, Her knees bend, her eyes close, She is moving back and forth,a pulse in time,Her arms snake around her head,She does not ask,may I enjoy myself?…
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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Marge didn't eat lamb or pork.
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Pain is the saddle which rides me
Pain is the cowboy's gun
More morphing, please!
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for the rush of longing
and brush with flight
that is her imagination
will surely lift her above the traffic
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like the dome of an immense lamp
like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe
like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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Tender bodies sizzle on the grill.
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. . . and the last thing you’ll smell will be new-cut pine.
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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again today, as it was yesterday and may have been before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it among the murder while using the binoculars that I often use to bring things closer, things like these iridescent and beautiful…
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the Blue Ridge Mountains were entangled in their usual mist, but the early morning sky looked good
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I still walk into galleries. A shadow of my old self still walks into galleries. That old self was hungry to be wounded by the juxtaposition of color and form and texture and line and darkness and light. But I can no longer see art. I can…
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We met in graduate school. We were both taking a course on teaching using the case study method over at the Business School. I was from psychology. She was from biology. We were both getting Harvard doctorates. But as many people…
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Magdalena White Herrington praised the lucky stars who’d sent her the Klonakilty ghosts.
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When I was a little boy, I had a thing about women’s behinds.
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And she's dying like someone who's tried living and failed.
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I have nothing in me but a raw loneliness right now. It's as if someone whirl-winded me out of the sky into the middle of the ocean in the middle of the red faced night. My fate seems immobile, sealed, doomed to a rocking nothingness, like…
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Sex is a sad reason to be alone with someone.
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He says, You think too much and he grins a grin that has all of the attic keys on a wrought iron ring, on a chain.
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My mother pointed to the soaring red towers, each with 600,000 rivets, she said, put in place by men like my Pa, by their sweat and arms as hard as balcony railings.
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I was thinking that the feminists pounding the city pavement had increased rent with every footstep, not that I was not one, but we had not earned our money at it or put our money together.
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The knees remind you: you are old,/
and broken, and unlikely to improve
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Unfortunately, the question had a similar impact on me that a command not to have thought about rhinoceroses would have—once suggested, I could think of little else
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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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