1985 8 6
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"Love, against the dying of the light." (An unusual story about George Whitman, former owner of the revered & beloved Shakespeare & Company bookstore in Paris, France.)
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198553
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a beautiful cool quiet day
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198494
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Where I grew up, you did not venture casually into ocean waters.
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19841711
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There were only two students in the sculpture class: an 86 year-old Jewish woman and myself.
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198442
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Martin named it “Squishy” for two reasons. The first reason was because it was the noise it made when it came out of the hole in his basement. The second is because it’s what it did to Grandfather...
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198487
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Once upon a time, before there was Prairie, there was Swamp.
Therein lived Salamander and Snake. High above them, in the tops of Cypresses lived Woodpecker.
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198452
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Jimmy wore a tie to top that torn green tee he toted every day, every other. He smelled of dirt, said he had a feeling we had watermelon somewhere since he caught a whiff from his room inside his house across the street.
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198473
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I suppose the lazy trees would have a thing or two to say about love
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198454
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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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19842118
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When I died, she said, she was going to have me cremated and put my ashes in the cats’ litter box.
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198411
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"Ah, finally the rain stopped pouring!" She opens the window to let the sticky air out of the house. The colours outside have changed. The air is clear and the sky turns into light pink while the sun is drowning at the horizon. She takes a deep breath. The…
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198322
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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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19831312
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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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198398
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They sat on the couch, and he tried to unbutton her buttons, but she fended him off.
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19832417
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He wore his hip in his hips, his lipsShe wanted to know if he would lick the edgesWhen he pulled the coffee cup from his mouthA bit of foam clung to his moustacheShe watched it there, wondering if he wouldTwirl it off with his fingersOr lick it, his tongue darting out like…
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1983115
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i.More and more, for Megan LeMaster, each beginning was its own end. She couldn't bear to buy flowers or dresses that seemed too beautiful. Friendships formed, endured, gave out in a handshake. Each deed in life had an immediate, inescapable…
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1983129
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Wake up! But it was already too late for Charles.
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198211
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In sleep their bodies drift between the sheets until they find each other.
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19822217
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The bungalow was unlocked. The screen
door was unhooked. The trout on the
counter was deboned.
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198252
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They are really living (they)
say things they don't mean
. . .
Do not know what they say
Take the path without heart,
seeing the image
. . .
The moon rises above them
It does not move their blood
Nothing calls out to their blo
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198212
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Phil was scared.
Not of his own shadow, but of the three men from ConAgra who'd dropped a duffel bag of green outside his den the week before.
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198262
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The question posed a voluptuous riddle. Were these frenzied silhouettes
gestures of Jackson Pollock’s dribble?
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19811313
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We honor fierce, quick, cunning/
thought-in-action types
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1981103
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He wanted me to learn the business, to become the son he always wanted but never had. I eagerly complied.
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1981139
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Dear Fictionaut Family,Some of you may recognize my name and remember reading my work, some of you may have joined more recently and be wondering what the hell I'm doing addressing you directly. I began writing on Fictionaut in 2010, during four years as I was fragmenting…
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198141
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He lit my cigarette even though he didn't want me to smoke. Buying me drinks all night, he didn't complain, but he thought I drank too much.
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19811911
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We were in the car more than anywhere else. A few days driving, then a few days to get back home.
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198173
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Oh I'm melting all right, into a foul vapor rising from a dead volcano, not even able to spit fire, but only cold old frozen rock like dribbles of putrid plasma.
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1981227
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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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