1903 10 5
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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190343
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[testing ... one, two, three ... testing ... is this thing on? ... ok, here goes:]
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190321
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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1903116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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190385
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They have a saying in Russia: Live in Voronezh, work in Samara, die in Tyumen. In honour of Saint Rose, born on the banks of the Voronezh, fed the hungry and the poor of Samara, torn apart by wolves in Tyumen on the exact date that she had herself predict
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190365
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weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
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1903102
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Time
Holds
Ultimately
Nothing
Dear
Except
Reunion
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190384
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A girl waiting at the door, heart in a Ziploc. An elderly woman stopping at the bank. A bear in a screaming contest with a troop of girl scouts.
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190354
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It was Brad, for short; or so he would say. But really his name was Bradford, and he was a writer. He had almost always lived in New York. He was only half-white. His mother had run away with a black man in the sixties. Her father had told her to never come back to…
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190332
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He kept the lawn mowed at the perfect height. He mowed it twice a week to one inch. Some weeks he mowed it a third time for good measure.
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1903119
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The taste of / what is denied us is always sweet
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190211
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I keep my life very ordered. Order for me is security. I am sure of some things. Like the fact I work five nights a week, and sleep during the day.
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190232
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Put blisters on your fingers and
Put plasters on your head but
Put peppers on your privates and
You’ll wish that you were dead!
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1902168
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dos equis ambar
sits cool and dark
by my side
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190221
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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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190273
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I, the energies moving through this body, in this particular parallel reality in this multiverse, am standing out in the middle of the night, under only stars, and surrounded by the soft, organic shapes of a tree line.
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19021310
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I will not tell you that your anger is wrong, child.
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190262
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I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.
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190242
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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190235
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The vampire donated floodlights so the children could play ballgames at night. The lights came on but the dugouts remained vacant. The vampire sat alone in the bleachers. “Sometimes I am less than the sum of my parts,” he said to the sum of his parts.
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190198
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In the beginning the revolution was all motion and energy. When the President for Life resigned motion and energy disappeared with the sounds of clapping hands.
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190164
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There were days in my youth when, through no fault of their own, my parents could not drive me the seven mile trip to my elementary school. When I got older they bought me a bike and that proved duly adequate as conveyance. But when I was six years in age
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19011412
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He says, You think too much and he grins a grin that has all of the attic keys on a wrought iron ring, on a chain.
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19011817
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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190172
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leaning over the banister, her Christmas waist making the wood swoon and creak, a warning sign if there ever was one...
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190142
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"I was hit by an Amtrak train and dragged a hundred feet, and I'm going to die from smoking cigarettes."
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190176
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Now, the Midwest was ashes. The oceans were covered with hydroponics plant growth.
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190111
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When Kim handed me some of her husband’s condoms—“Here, use these”—out of one of their bedroom dresser drawers, could she sense the astonishment I was trying my best not to show?
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1901208
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Phoebe-Lou Adams wrote this of them
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19012312
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Good buddy Jesus./
Life coach Jesus. Enthusiastic//
and optimistic Jesus, no cross/
or crown of thorns in sight.
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