1937 18 13
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—Was it true, what you wrote in that poem?
—Pretty true.
—What do you mean “pretty true”? Was it true or wasn’t it?
—It was as close as you get to truth in poems.
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193691
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Stupid's rising up, I see. Melting all the intellect. I before E, except after C, but that's not how the alphabet goes.
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193600
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The deep breathing has helped. My heart rate is back down to a normal resting rate somewhere in the neighborhood of 50 to 60 beats per minute, about one solid thump every second like clockwork, a precision I can truly appreciate.
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193611
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I hear the car door slam. Steve, about to duck daddy-duty: Just gonna take a run to the Quickway. "Rudy," I say, "go get in the car. Tell Papo I said Wait."
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193633
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Portions of my heart and bones
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1936128
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On the usefulness of hands.
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19352013
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You died from a bad heart.
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193501
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The everlasting shone through when skirting the tenuous threshold of the two worlds.
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19351710
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Can you write a 250-word story without using the letter "e"?
Ruth's back is curving forwards, folding, softly caving into tomorrow.
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193534
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“Do you think she paints?”
“Her face, a little, But don’t you find her kind of bony?”
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19351613
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If this was the day when the bribes of whiskey and US dollars would fail to work. If on this day a black bag, smelling of shit and fear, would be pulled over his head – the bloodied roots of a knocked out tooth tickling his neck.
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193421
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A recent book reveals that nature documentaries are staged. Shocked by such claims we went on location to discover for ourselves the behind-the-scenes manipulations and more. Director: “You'll spot the wildebeest, freeze, and then charge. Okay? And try to bring…
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19341312
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He introduced me to key lime pie, and for this alone I would have loved him forever. It was an innocent time for me, and I was easy to please.
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1934108
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A dark girl, quite poor, maybe three, maybe four, leaned on a statue of a horse and his man. (The rider rode him in place, but as if in a race.) Her dress needed patching, her heart needed smoothing. She'd tried to sell…
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1934139
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Things don’t happen here, life is so boring in this little Irish town.
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19342018
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or the voice that wants/
to be inscribed/
forgets the sounds
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193420
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Her mother told her once: "Don't be no whore, Fe-fe."
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1934227
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Men have a way of doing that, Lord, why? I always thought retirement means you get to sleep longer. Nope He must arise early, make breakfast, after 40 years of eating mine. Next, he insists on coming with me to the market. When I try to…
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19331815
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We're not here for idle chit-chat, or ESPN, or fish tacos.
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193311
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In sleep their bodies drift between the sheets until they find each other.
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193365
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At age eleven, I murder the coffee table. I gouge with every available implement: thumbtacks, Lefty scissors, the plastic hand of my Barbie accomplice (who really should have known better). It is a slow death. In the end, there is nowhere to hide the body. When I am…
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193377
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“Thank God The Yogurt Store Was Open!”. I knew this would cause cynics to seethe about me and my #FirstWorldProblems. While those less with the times or from many years of vanilla ancestry, might become racist themselves, indicating that I was suffering f
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19331313
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We honor fierce, quick, cunning/
thought-in-action types
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19333817
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His face was cold and hard as marble. Rudy’s angular features shuddered and twitched in the darkness.
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193301
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holland's hope and hawaii skunk
god's one true gift to mankind
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193384
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None of us ever thought this would happen.
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193353
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The summer everyone read Faulkner, I read Hemingway. Out of spite.
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1933129
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Wake up! But it was already too late for Charles.
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193212
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My parents were married for forty five years. “A lifetime,” is how the rabbi at my mother's funeral describes it. The man says it with such a tone of familiarity, of genuine sadness, that one might think he has known and adored my parents all their lives. But…
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193233
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She stared unbreakingly, confident, knowing; and talked so close to my face I felt cornered. But her voice was something, low and smooth.
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