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the Great Way itself is very smooth and straight,/but folks take to the challenge of rough, wild roads.
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202500
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You came to me In the self made calm Causing quite a storm You want me to rejoice and relax? Not knowing my fears Shall we ever fly?
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2025159
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The violin hung on the wall after that, a witness.
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2025117
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I am so happy to see winter almost gone
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202522
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1. The Walking Heart Attack Man has two outfits. In the summer he dresses in a short sleeve checkered button down shirt and high waisted Bermuda shorts with sandals. In the winter he wears dark pants and loafers with a gray corduroy coat…
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202542
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Flush, a sputter, and the water level rises, slowly. Flush again.
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202410
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There was a man crying, walking his dog
and a woman drove by
on a flat tire
They brought coffee to the tables
in large glasses on white saucers
There’d be long silver spoons
with which to stir in strong
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202474
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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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20241413
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. . . clinging to life in a shroud of winter air. It veered up five flights to a sweltering summer night on the roof . . .
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202421
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He had expected more -- at least his grandfather's classic Packard touring car.
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202373
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He had an addiction to elevating himself to higher levels of potential: some would call this ambition.
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202394
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Where I grew up, you did not venture casually into ocean waters.
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202332
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In row nine, there was a lady on the window seat. Seeing the potential of space between us, I asked, “Mind if I take this one?”
“Not at all” she said as if she hadn't a friend in the world, apart from the poor bastard now sitting in seat 9D.
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2022106
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It’s always fun and easy/
to punish the poor
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20221613
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Write a poem in which your father is a dog and you are his leash.
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202200
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An armpit fart is a simulated sound of flatulence produced by creating a pocket of air between the armpit of a partially raised arm and the hand, then swiftly closing this pocket by bringing the arm close to the torso.
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202273
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I suppose the lazy trees would have a thing or two to say about love
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202243
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She brought the ends of her fingers to her mouth and moistened them in her warm saliva. The whorls of her prints glistened in the harsh light of the room, but it wasn't her own outlines she was interested in raising. His hand lay outstretched in his…
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202122
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She would have moved on to the next guy in the next bar, the one who looked like danger on a stick.
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202131
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Dizzy but still alive
Inside this conversation
I ask if you have a sister
And if she'll know me
If I'm with you.
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2021107
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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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2021105
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1.There's a young woman in a nightclub seated next to a window out of which she watches the slow descent of snow, illuminated by strategic lights. She imagines herself falling with those flakes. Her friend has left her for the dance floor. The young woman is…
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202111
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I bet if I went back, Old Stradlater would still be combing his gorgeous locks in front of the same goddam mirror.
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202193
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She wrapped her legs around him. His hand barely held the rope and later he could not have said if it happened above or below the water’s surface.
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20201312
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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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202083
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“Would you consider renewing for the next season?”
“We’re not interested.”
“Can I ask you why?”
I considered my reply. I was thinking of mincing my words. The man on the other end of the line seemed, how should I put this, somewhat s
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202041
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Refuse to go to the church service, even though you already missed the funeral. Tell his mother something came up. Call his phone over and over, just to hear his voice, until his mother asks you to stop. Make a recording of his voicemail. Delete it an
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2020139
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Things don’t happen here, life is so boring in this little Irish town.
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202000
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Was Sligo an unfeeling privacy-violator or an uncannily-feeling empath, privy to the deepest longings of those whose lives he came in contact with? [...] Sligo's grave is as silent as these pages ultimately would be if they were left unread.
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20202322
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The painting was on loan from a gallery in Chicago. We stood there connecting the dots.
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