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‘Hmph! Dream indeed! “Past the wit of man to say what dream it was” - the man's a knotty-pated arse.' The old master-weaver spat into the fire, his rheumy eyes bright with contempt, then looked round furtively; Nathaniel was not yet returned,…
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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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he scans the headlines of the tabloids as he waits to pay. “Dog Accidentally Shoots Man With His Own Gun, Elvis's Hidden Extraterrestrial Daughter, Swedish Man Bursts Into Flames on Train Platform.”
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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It’s a song you knew once, begin to remember now: You’ve had this dream before.
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On Saturday nights, they dream of you. You are the gas station they can’t own, the lottery they can’t win. You are beating up their boss, giving him a headache that will last through Wednesday morning, keep him home half the week.
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Even if your heart is as large as a small car, your tongue as heavy as two grown men—even then—you will have to carry it with you wherever you go.
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The tiny green light flashing in the lawn of an apartment building one night that caught Roberta’s attention while we were walking home from Café Vita.
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The pieces of bread dipped us humans in cheese,
the cheese made by cows from our milk.
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Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
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When the scrapbook came out this time, I noticed a photo I hadn't seen before, the Baroness with her arm around the waist of Princess Diana. A lavish display of blooms towered behind them.
"Did you know her?" the florist asked.
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When you finally got blood from the hard stick
You spotted the backflash of red
And said Thank God. The woman’s legs and arms
Were everywhere, and you were in the middle
Holding her down with one hand while wielding
A butterfly in the other. You stuc
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Sleep is a steep comfort these stock-still nights -
the ceiling an artexed breadth of angst,
the blue power light of the laptop in the corner
exhorting me to turn it on
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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Vandalina embarked on her career of serious dramatic roles to widespread acclaim, her depth of feeling and potency of delivery winning her thunderous ovations and gushing reviews . . .
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over taking the sky before near blindness, a clipping occurs
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I think I’m the best Marilyn Monroe there ever was.
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Momma called them Vaughens, "a outfit," and said, "they shoulda throwed the book at that Darla Jean."
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I was desperate for a social life but I couldn’t go out because I was too embarrassed to smile.
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it’s women i’ve loved/
or men i owe money
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With my heart preserved, I shoved a handful of baubles back in its place: some pages torn from my favorite books, a bass guitar string, a butane lighter, a shot of vodka. I stitched myself back up and left the roof in favor of the attic, where I hung my s
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Sure, to a teacher, life is a paper / but what would life be to a druggist?
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Duh. It’s all the same sky. Instead I nod, and don’t say anything.
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These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
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The protagonist’s story goes like this:
1.) You are young. You’ll get over it.
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Hi. I'm Shirley. I'm not here to help you. You might think because I wear this ticky-tack name badge that I'm your servant. But I'm not. I'm here at K-mart because my grandson said I need to get out of the house. I wish he'd get out of my house. Here are some survival tips…
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My name is Lu-chen Wyatt, and I have watched this tomb for seven years with undying loyalty. Tomorrow I am going away, and I wish to set down the story of my leaving and to say goodbye to Set-Yi, whose burial place has been my home for so long.
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They are always there. Stoic and steady.
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