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200820
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A Vicious Deer
The man came across the hall to talk to us.
He was buying some paintings.
He had a white deer on a leash.
Fosca (our Malamute) said: “That's a vicious deer.”
She kept putting her paw on its shoulder.
I said: “You bet
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2008115
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She wears a green and pink bikini and walks real slow, poking her chest out so people will notice her.
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200865
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We agreed I would go back up
to the cabin for another bottle.
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200850
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Take my hand. Take my hand and we will sail through the atmosphere leaving trails of rainbow speckled life written in musical notes behind us. We can go anywhere you want, whenever you wish. The moon in 1974. I hear the earth looks gorgeous during the seventies.…
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20083012
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What scares her about libraries are unshelved books, the ones you thumb through while you are waiting for the elevator, because you realize that there are too many books in the world and you are holding that particular book only because it is lost.
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200851
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in his thin, swanky
black leather jacket
out on the town at night
in Mexico with his girlfriend
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200851
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One year, she got a kite.
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200800
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I laid in the road, broken and alone, until I had no choice but to pull myself together and get out.
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200822
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Wee-wee-sweet-pea me? I live, I weep, a third of me passed in sleep, start a scene or two, play and dance the fool, …
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200740
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My mother looked up and began to laugh, it was a nervous tittering, but there was delight in her eyes at the crazy spectacle of our small black puppy eluding, probably taunting all these armed police.
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2007134
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. . . she didn’t bow her head.
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2007109
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We watch the news together every day.
10 minutes total; flashes of tragedy broken up with fluffy current events.
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20072216
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Maybe she would get married and have a baby, she said. Not with me, I said
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200788
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So she set about eliminating the problem, all the time recalling some newsmagazine program she’d seen as a child: a discussion of hantavirus, nasty and deadly and spread by mice.
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200762
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The night is a jelly slosh, a fertile rumble, a rhumba, black and seeping, thick. An arm rises.
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200733
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I can tread water like this for months maybe longer
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200720
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Her mother told her once: "Don't be no whore, Fe-fe."
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20071817
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Soon, she will turn to liquid
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200632
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... her hair spills like spinach all the way down to her backpack, the top pocket where the bowl and the cinnamon estrange themselves from the coffee.
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200600
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“Where are you going?” asked the young man. Teary-eyed and beaten, he gently put his hands on the shoulders of Snow-child, her back turned from him. “Home,” Snow-child said. “I'm going back to Norway.” …
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200632
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“Why is it that you give a woman a bit of power and she turns into a man” said a new intern from the copying room “You can hear her balls rubbing on the carpet as she walks”
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2006183
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she peeled back
the white wrapper
from around her
ice cream sandwich
slowly, methodically
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200643
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…Professor Wumbat begins.
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200687
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I'd been working for two years as a barista in a Starbuck's in a giant, two-story Borders in an upscale mall on Rt. 355, a main artery between Washington D.C., and Frederick, Maryland. I'd finished my M.F.A in 2000 and was trying to build up steam for more grad…
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200632
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She was legally blind. He felt comfortable knowing she couldn’t see him very clearly.
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2006102
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I never pulled it off, never rode an atom through a super collider with a nose full of cocaine and a drink in my hand. Never was a bullet, zooming through the city, skin pressed to bone, nerves on fire. Never was an atom bomb, ever-exploding in slow motion, ripping off…
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20061312
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But by day the birds / of prey were in control.
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2006129
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Wake up! But it was already too late for Charles.
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200622
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I know it’s nobody’s fault, and that one thing had nothing to do with the other, because it was this way for me since I was born; they just didn’t figure it out for a while that with one of my ears I could hardly hear, and with the other, I couldn
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