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'Do you feel that, my little one?' Stillness. Calm. I felt the baby move her tiny little feet and smiled.
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It was spring. The stepmother brought her newish daughter to the toy store for a surprise.
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Each person in each car could be poetic/
Duende, but they look at each other and ask/“Did you fart?”
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I am wearing stolen socks. Not because I haven't any of my own, and not because they are an exact fit. Only because they soothe my emptiness inside.
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In the sky, like it was a big movie screen, two ... well, she didn't even know what they were, but it was clear they were fighting. The one on the left, which looked something like a man, was dressed in some kind of loose blue and red tunic with baggy pan
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“No, dad, I've never seen urine colored pearls.”
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He was supposed to be a garden gnome. Give pause to the squirrels, keep an eye on the impatiums. We found him at Wegman’s. He looked hopeful and observant.
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Scientists have determined that a tiny freshwater organism known as the "bdelloid rotifer" gave up sex 40 million years ago. And you thought the spark had gone out of your marriage.
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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Wind pummeled me awake, smelling of pine and some quality of newness I could not identify...
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Q: This name in Basque means “owns a new house.” A: What is “Xavier”?
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My father's heart stumbles like a punch drunk fighter. I don't notice until I'm bending over him to help him up. He's lying a little down the hill from his truck, his door open, the motor still running. The…
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When the world is quiet, all your thoughts demand attention.
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Pa grasps my fingers, odd because he's never held my hand and he's dead ten years anyway.
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So, when Daddy grabbed that cock by the neck and threw him into the hole that he quick covered with dirt, I knew right then that men would play a subservient role in my life going forward.
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Tension slipped from my grip on the dagger as my legs and faith fell apart.
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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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Like many little towns, ours has an archive. It is a catalog of everything that happens.
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The clacking ventilator reminds me of ice cubes rattling in your highball...
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The Sentinels flew low and through the woods. Carefully navigating their way around the trees, they heard the sound of birds chirping and frogs croaking in the morning.
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The parallels have become too numerous, and too striking, to ignore.
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Their hearts had a place for the Elements. The Sentinels did not want to abandon them, their friends. Nor did they want to abandon each other.
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If the photographs made sounds, they would rumble like static from an impending thunderstorm, pressed between the pages of a yellowing dictionary. Compressed sound, searching for the proper words.
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I have/been you/years before/of course
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My ghost has already been places I'll never see.
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It was hard to believe that, even very recently, there had been first days of school where nothing happened.
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“What is the sickness that you have?” Colin behind the glass wondered.
“Too much world,” said Anise Fish.
“We have that in common.”
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Had I scoured all five boroughs of New York I couldn’t have found a more perfect imperfect object for my affections. Morgan was crazy as a loon, with the common sense of a mackerel and the emotional stability of a canary. But believing love could conquer
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“You have run for your life, Astylos, and won. All Hellenes share in your victory.” The crowd bellowed and thundered as an attendant tied purple ribbons around the winner’s forehead, arms and legs. These would mark him as a victor for the remaining days o
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Cassie cradles the loaf-sized phone – pinker than any girl – and dials. he's not wearing a hat says the phone and we all scratch our pencils on the boy-list.
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