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1955137
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If ever I read a poem aloud
It will not be from a podium’s shelter
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195566
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4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
> > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
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195541
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The sun was so upset that immediately he pulled his blanket over his face and cried out of worry. His blanket, of course was made of clouds and his tears made up the rain. The sun was very right to be frightened, as were the flowers to wither, for the Kin
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19551615
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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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195510
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They gave Lee a bunch of morphine in the ambulance and he came to vaguely, murmuring shit about God and mermaids.
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195595
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Hair as black as a Raven’s wing. Dark eyes. You wore a black dress, too, my favorite color.
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195521
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One night the woman went down in the
basement, grabbed an electric drill, and let the voices out in eight places.
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19551211
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Call him a hobo or homeless or bum or junkie.
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195486
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When the boy held the rifle’s sights on a living creature, his breath stilled and his heartbeat swimming in his ears, his father seemed close.
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19541819
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195411
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Steve Bancroft’s future wife showed up at his door that same night, slamming her hand loudly against the door and shouting for him. “Steve, Steve, wake up. Damn it, come on. You forgot to pick me up at the airport. Who are you in there with? I said wa
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195410
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195464
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Light. And shade. Line and shape. Colour, form and perspective. Wall, wood, ceiling or canvas. Pigment in eggyolk or linseed oil. Stroked by brush or spread by knife. On small panels or plastered on vast spaces. All these problems to be worked over and solved. Then …
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19541511
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There was nothing to do but dream ourselves forward. Nothing to do but not die.
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19541211
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Everything would've been copasetic except about the time we got down there they put the turkey in the fryer..
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195498
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The stand is designed to clasp two guitars, one on either side. She cradles an Ovation in her arms, a guitar variety our high school friends used to call a soup bowl. In the stand is an acoustic-electric hybrid that I toyed with for ten…
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195475
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“Ah Willie! Ah my boy! You poor sweet faced youth. Gone now! Our memories, Willie, our memories will haunt us forever with your laughter, your joy, your enduring excuses, your misspellings & badly slanted penmanship. Oh Willie. My boy. Gone & gone f
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195411
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For a fleeting moment, eyes seemed to clear and the man spoke as if he were coming out of the pea soup fog that formed over the lake on spring mornings.
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19541615
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The dancer was a little chubby, but I didn't mind. It gave her more to shake.
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195350
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“No, dad, I've never seen urine colored pearls.”
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195321
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Beard of Bees
My father always used to say to me, he said "Son" (he called me son) "Son. Falling in love is easy. Getting into the Guinness Book of World Records is hard".
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195300
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195312
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In his dreams, he swam in piles of pills. Sometimes the piles were infinite, other times the were contained, tonight the pills were intense shiny reds, chalky yellows, deep blues and matte purples and swirled around in a children's inflatable castle. Derek swam happily,…
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1953108
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La Petite Ange had lived all her life in Paris under the strange architectural twists of Notre Dame. She had been a Bluebell girl once, kicking her surprisingly long legs into the air to the delight of plumbers and Prince du…
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1952118
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They are always there. Stoic and steady.
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195231
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195210
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The summer before cancer—the summer of the boy/friend, the summer before Max started high school, the summer when all the decisions about blowing apart their marriage were made—they drove to Martha's Vineyard. Astrid had insisted she wasn't going, rig
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19521611
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Is there a recipe for / lasting happiness?
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1952128
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"Everything except food and sex."
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