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Once a psychologist told me a story
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Let me say these words now
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Its colour a spectral silver shimmered in the pale afternoon sunlight which glinted on its small red and blue insignia so far from home. The landing stage of the unmanned Viking spacecraft had broken away from the main section on schedule before starting its descent through…
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The first years of her life she had been owned by a bear hunter and trained to hunt bear, a terrible turn of luck for her.
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fallen leaves, broken limbs fron wounded trees
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unsteady, they try to rise
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In the desert, among mauve flowers growing feverishly in the ochre sand, a bone, completely bare. Without underwear, without a shirt, nothing. White as a small cemetery ghost, eroded with age, the weather, the vicissitudes of life. It was a femur. I put it on my desk to…
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Over a decade of late nights and alcohol fueled anger, and still, sometimes some image or smell would click the panic button,
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The sinuous river of your childhood. Do you remember how it slid between your young legs before winding away, making its lively and bubbly sounds. You would have made it light-headed with your games and screams. When you lingered late in the afternoon after school, and you…
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Her hands are swift and supple as swallows, bouncing off the keyboard in rapid-fire constellations of notes, because she's playing Bach's Concerto no.1 in D Minor, which is busy and prodigal and all over the place. She is Polina Olegovna Osetinskaya, a beautiful Russian…
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Even suffering all of these conditions, Louise considers herself one of the lucky ones, as she’s learned there are pills, drops, and creams for all of her problems.
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The summer I was eleven years old....
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They say his irrational outbursts and insane rantsare the results of untreated syphilis. Well, thatmakes perfect sense to me. I've always thoughtof him as a tessellated spirochete, a narcissistic chancre,festering pustule of a blistered imposthume. And whywouldn't a…
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Shivers of desire,
bristles of knowing
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Once a week the kids at school got ice cream and popsicles. You didn’t, you never had ice cream money.
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"... he with much to teach, I who had much to learn..."
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Fire skates ascended out of the Skyscraper State _________________.
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Sometimes you want to strike out at me. What is stopping you? There is no stopping you. You know I will not retaliate. Gone is all that I will be to you then.
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No American ghosts are friendly. I hate to be the one to break the news to you, amigo. American ghosts speak in blood and smoke signals and guttural cries. American ghosts MEOW.
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I spend my time sitting on the back step—poison oak reddening my arm—under the eaves, waiting to escape.
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