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“Sometimes when I feel the urge to create, I don’t know whether to grab my paints, my camera, my guitar or my pen.”
“You could have sex,” her friend, sitting in the desk next to hers, joked.
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18231212
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Your soap on the shelf in the shower
melts with my every hair wash
and I'll miss it the way I should have missed you.
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1823109
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The tiny green light flashing in the lawn of an apartment building one night that caught Roberta’s attention while we were walking home from Café Vita.
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18231212
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Momma called them Vaughens, "a outfit," and said, "they shoulda throwed the book at that Darla Jean."
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182322
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The rain fell from the roof. It fell from my voice and and my eyes. Toshiro's Kukichiro stomped gutshot through the mud with his katana. Young and beautiful, Mifumi died there on the screen though he doesn't really die for fifty or more years, they think from something…
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182362
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They stood at the intersection waiting for the light to change so they could cross the highway.
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18221315
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Somewhere a banjo, somewhere a hound.
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182221
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She stepped into a pair of high heeled slippers and began to dance. She was Salome, a witch, dancing like the most beautiful, the most skilled whores of Paris.
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182243
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Grace Gibbons is a way of life.
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182272
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It’s not just the mailman. It’s the logo on the mailbox down the street. It’s the uniform. It’s any man or woman in the whole unsettling profession.
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1822208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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182200
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Incredibly he began to picture in his mind a scene not related at all to his frenzied search but of a huge plate of apple pie a la mode with the vanilla ice cream melting in streams like cool lava down the side of the pie and off of the plate.
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182121
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She persisted. “How long have we been here?”
A note of anger crept into his voice. “How long? How long? Why …, why ….” He swallowed hard, realized he had forgotten.
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18211514
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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182165
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This is Jorge. He was a good little monkey. And always curious.Like the time he and his friend, the man in the amarillo sombrero, had to fly to Japan. *Jorge sat by the window. Watched the ground get further away. Until they were above the clouds. He looked out…
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18201710
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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18201311
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they were open weekends if we needed to bring him in for euthanasia.
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18201310
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the ugliness will not be denied
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1820106
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I turn up the music and slip into drone, rock it like a tunnel in canary. When that does not erase his face, I cup my breast with one hand and let my hair fall.
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182022
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Her face had that strange preserved quality Maybelle saw in many aging Boomer women — like an old toy never removed from its packaging.
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18201211
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Maybe, after years of writing poems like letters, he began to notice that no one ever wrote him back.
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182011
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Once, when I had not talked to you in a long time, I woke with your name in my mouth.
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182052
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And the voodoo pins pinged as, folding and imploding, she was reduced to a petro-chemical puddle.
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1820108
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nothing can stop a group of genteel Southern women from a card game, and divine intervention makes one's participation in such an event quite worthwhile
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18201615
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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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1820103
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She refuses to let her eyes cry. Her eyes played tricks on her and showed her one thing was really another. They don't deserve to cry.
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1820177
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Through its branches we saw a couple. Teenagers, narrow and pale, two young birch trees, their roots twisted, submerged in the water.
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182010
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I don't really know, though. I've been locked in a beer cave for the last ten years of my life. I was just let out by some frat boys who were looking for Natty Light.
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