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“Why, you tell a story,” one young fellow said. The expression on his face said “How gauche, how passé!”
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[continued from part one...]After sweeps, my schoolwork started to slip. I had trouble paying attention in class, and my workbooks and tests came back from the teacher marked in ketchup red ink. I had always been a good student, and this academic…
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I cannot read one more award winning novel by a female Asian author about the atrocities committed against their childhood, she thought. Then she sat down with her trusty yellow pad and Papermate fineline to write the next lyrical story of a female Asian writer and the…
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They confess love for Karaoke and metal rock. They have purchased expensive Stratocasters and Zildjians.
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your olive-pitting thumbs
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The three of us traveled seven hours that day and Al traveled as far in the service of finding the right tool for his writing.
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They were two girls walking home from school.
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The handsome man at the opposite table swivels his head at the tall cool slim blonde entering the breakfast cafe. The ordinary woman sitting with him adjusts her chair accordingly. She pretends to ignore her husband's distraction, smoothes her hair, licks her…
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Remember the glass changing room just off the pool terrace? It's been replaced by a juice bar. Seems fitting, really.
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A forgotten sprinkler is going in a neglected flower garden, water overflowing the bent wood borders and flooding the ground on either side.
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She offers the girl a seat, asks her to stay for a minute, but she can’t, she just came by to say hello, and don’t you like my new raincoat?
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holland's hope and hawaii skunk
god's one true gift to mankind
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Imagine the poem written with a pistol at your head.
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He could smell the vestiges of alcohol on his folks. They’d let him stay up till midnight to mark the new year, and his mother had sneaked him a taste of her whisky. He remembered now what she’d last said before sending him off to bed, how strange it soun
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When you were nine your head fell off in the playground. Dr Mort was called. He pasted it back on with PVA glue. You'd never know now.——When you were nine your arms turned into trees. Dr Mort worked his magic with the chainsaw. You still need light pruning once…
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the unhealthiness of obsession and control until the lines burn bright
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Mack’s mind held a chandelier.
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The first husband was young and lovely. He had a little nose and long fingers he used for things like planting begonias in my clay pot. I did not do flowers. So that was nice.
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They are really living (they)
say things they don't mean
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Do not know what they say
Take the path without heart,
seeing the image
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The moon rises above them
It does not move their blood
Nothing calls out to their blo
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memories that no longer make sense
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I am so happy to see winter almost gone
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When he woke he carried the body of a cat instead of a man. Next to him his cat dreamed it had a human body.
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Max is the color of burnt caramelized sugar
the sweet crust that decorates our bright enameled pots.
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a world of probability against plague
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So if we all have an idea what goes down when the young person at the cash register (the registerista?) asks, “Can I help you?” then we all know there’s a different way to habla at Seattle’s gift to the world.
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her parents were gone they sat on the love seat side by side saying nothing the longest time
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Portions of my heart and bones
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Jack, man in black, sporting manicured talons, his smile an iced knife.
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It’s like faith. My battle buddy is out there, I know it, but I can’t see him, nor can I hear him. I just know he’s there, trusting he’ll do what he’s supposed to do, and he’s trusting in me.
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