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Two by two they come walking
down 7th Ave
girl with girl
boy and girl
boy and boy
two pigeons strolling
side by side
two robins
two crows walking stiffly
like two pieces of
anthracite coal
two spiders
two dogs sniffing each oth
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2006148
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The rain is no terrible epitaph
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200685
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I get that drunk feeling right before it starts to rain. The sky is dark and heavy and the clouds break open with a flash and suddenly there is water running down all of the windows like one million pairs of eyes crying hard. The street is suddenly …
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200631
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Mr. Lowell knelt down and put his face in his hands, his knees quickly covered in blood. Sobs.
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200694
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History is replete with brutally imaginative techniques of torture and execution, but I am the only death machine that doubles as a musical instrument.
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200520
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the unhealthiness of obsession and control until the lines burn bright
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2005179
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I turned on the television last night, and one of the networks had a segment about a girl with no nose.
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200585
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As long as he could still take the stairs, he would go down there to be with the memories that each piece held. He knew that their time was about up, because his was too. His wife had already gone, and even before that she had long stopped using the washe
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200511
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nothing has ever happened in this or that or any other or maybe too damn many parallel universes. . . .
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200553
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I hoped I did not look as panicked as I tried not to feel.
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200543
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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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200551
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Class (appears in my book Breaking it Down; no journal publication) When your neighbor James Frehley cusses you out for hanging a block and tackle from the silver maple in your front lawn, begin to pull the engine from your Galaxie anyway, smile and nod…
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20051711
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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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200500
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There’s an old journalism adage, usually uttered by editors who haven’t had their butts out of a comfy leather newsroom chair in years, which goes: “You know… the news just doesn’t walk in the door.” ... But sometimes, it does.
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20041315
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2004104
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3D is killing my porn career.
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200400
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He had forgotten what the culture was like in certain parts of the city. At the
lower end of Second Avenue, there lived an amalgam rare anywhere in the
world, save other pockets of Manhattan. Punks, hippies, gays, the homeless, and
artists of all strip
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200421
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I used to think the world was fucked and it was up to me and me alone to see it unfucked. That's really what I used to think, but I've been trying to work on that. It's not a particularly flattering characteristic I have. I'm trying to be more positive.
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200412
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Sawyer walked toward the lone house with the sentinel trees.
Behind him there were no tracks in the snow.
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200421
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Jack, man in black, sporting manicured talons, his smile an iced knife.
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200463
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Your finger quivers as it writes
Upon me words in water,
Words I cannot read nor drink
But feel them as you drink
Them with your tongue
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200460
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"I was just coming home from work listening to Consumer Dave," said Murrietta resident Mick Baylor, through his attorney, "when my eyelids started getting droopy. And he was just talking about how Circuit City was going out of business and I was. . .well,
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200320
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Every day she loves me a little less, and justifies it by saying that there is less of me to love.
At some crucial, overlooked space in our life together, I used up my compassion and started to spend hers.
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200365
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What doesn't kill you gives you great material.
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2003168
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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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200374
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There was a time when she could quell the loathing that Fred inspired in her. She could force it down. Back then, for instance, when they’d been in counseling, the ball of hatred had only been a little, overripe orange - squishy and occasionally mushed
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200254
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Are you asleep? He says.
Wake up.
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20023616
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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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200254
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In this coaly no-time/
strewn with fallen stars,/
you are a roaming panther/
and I am a tangle of snakes.
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2001137
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A team of reggae journalists played and an unknown man came after work for me in a kilt.
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