1995 12 11
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I knew my mother would die by the weekend
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199596
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We married in the ruins of a pachinko hall, the tiny bones in the pocket of your tracksuit luring a pack of wild dogs out from the underpass.
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1995208
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The music, Antonín Dvořák's 'New World Symphony,' the second movement, 'Largo,' immediately alters my mood.
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19951211
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It is almost as if there isn’t a wedge of wood between us – I can feel him inches away from me. I can’t control the sigh or the tears that escape my body.
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199400
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... all my friends are girls; I like opera; I can answer all the questions about male and female ejaculation – without stammering – in sex ed. classes.
And Braydon? In boardshorts, tall and tanned and naked from the waist up ...
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199496
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I’m maybe only four. Not smoking cigarettes found in street gutters yet. That will come the next year, when I’m five. Maybe when I’m six, and Andy’s five, my pal from across the street. That’s my tricycle parked behind this pack of kids that look to be ne
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19941112
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...even unbelieving prayer
muttered with quiet resigned breaths
can not foretell or forestall stains...
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199463
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199451
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"I wonder what happened to Murder Man and Lust Girl?" wondered The Black Toadstool. The Anti-Justice League were in Machu Picchu, on a short vacation after taking over most of South America and the South Pole. The South Pole had been so easy. …
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19942214
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the signature of God/
consigning everything/
to the saturating energies of time.
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199486
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I woke to a crash and the sound of coins rolling along the linoleum. “Mom?” She did not look up. Her shaking hand was gathering up the single crown coins, the fifty heller pieces. Triumphantly she rescued a ten crown note from the piggy bank shards. …
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1994129
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199496
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he’s recognizable in the earliest images of misery: a hand shoving a young gladiator before the lion; the fire devouring a witch in Salem. And here he is. Again.
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199351
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It was the shock of black hair twisted into a long thick braid that got our attention and made us want to find meaning here. Albert thought he recognized the hair in the grave.
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199384
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It don't knock you down to the goddamned ground and push your face into the mat and dare you to get back up. Just so it can knock you down again. They don't have real dreams. Dreams that make them wake up in the middle of the night. Hurting. Wanting.
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199363
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I often thought about touching those slippery flames between my thumb and index finger.
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1993209
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In that mix of sports and religion, TV was what there was of virtue. I thought bars were nicer.
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1993124
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was yesterday’s dawn breaking in the high sky/ meant for us?
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19933620
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199332
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One day my mother's lover shaved his beard and legs. Said he couldn’t fit into his tight jeans anymore.
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199231
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“That’s just Ryan W. Bradley—son of a bitch knows better by now.”
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1992176
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Tasha loved to tease the rain. She sat still with her legs folded on the bench, never once looking the clouds in the eye.
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19922915
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Even solid seeming concrete creeps/
in time to form the faint smile of deflection./
A marble rolls along the catenary grin.
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199263
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“I need an ambulance, we found a baby in a ditch.”
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199264
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What led to the current situation was that about a year ago the conceptual artist had been shocked to read in a small item in a newspaper that a conceptual artist in China had also grown an ear on his forearm and this discovery had led the conceptual artist to make a …
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199232
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Out here in nearly nowhere I met this man. About him I know something something, and no one can tell me otherwise.
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19911512
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Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
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199171
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Homer relaxes in his tan, faded recliner, remote in hand, and watches death unfold on his television.
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199100
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“I was listenin' ta one o' them Terran religious broadcasts 'bout Mother Earth when they up an' says that global warmin' was all the fault o' mankind, an' they had ta make the non-believers see that all the drivin' they did, an' all the stuff they bought
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199183
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Can't please everyone / Or sail in all directions / Sail on / Stay the course / Still the ill-pleased storms come / To suck the wind from my sails
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