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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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Billy had crystal blue eyes A small mouth And long hair to cover up his Hearing aids. He told me once, with his hands How he liked to submerge His head in water and yell So loud he could feel it. "I can hear myself that way," he…
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When the world is quiet, all your thoughts demand attention.
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In between ketchup-covered fries, a Quarter Pounder, and a vanilla shake, catty comments, and lots of laughs, Marylou slipped in her announcement, a grenade in a rose garden. “I'm pregnant,” she said.
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feathered waves of tangerine peach
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the signature of God/
consigning everything/
to the saturating energies of time.
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‘Look, look, Quark. Look here. Warthearm. A shiny warthearm.’ Maz was on his elbows and knees, his fat ass sticking out in their air like two cannon-balls ready to be shot off. He was peering at a long, shapeless earthworm, its skin translucent and i
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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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He returned to America on the Fourth of July. Twisting in his cramped window seat miles above the Atlantic, he buckled up before the descent. “You can handle this,” he muttered. Hungover, still reeling from the dreamy head-turning experience of…
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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When i close my eyesI see the faces of the deadI hear their voices The things they said, their laughter The ones i thought would live forever!! Something got them though: the ones who lived fastIt was a drug, some bullets, a disease I thought they would live forever!!Those…
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She thinks she trusts this man; she wants to trust him. His face reminds her of a man who once took care of her on an airplane when she was a kid traveling by herself.
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Nothing more savory than gossip relayed in confidential tones.
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The air is dry and smoky from a fire some miles away. The air is cool. A pair of vultures is soaring in a circle high above the rising land.
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Let there fly the sticky platypus of love, resplendent beak of the sleek.
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It's a pretty strange feeling when you think you're about to bite into some ice cream and instead it's gazpacho.
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The tiles begin inching toward him as soon as he moves. You've seen filings on glass. He's the magnet on the underside.
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so one time the Holy Ghost come down to Stumptown
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What a hoot men are. For years I tried to get Jim to share the cooking. This is how that worked. One Monday night I'd whipped up a meal of steak, tossed salad, two veggies, and dessert with coffee. The next day was Jim's turn to cook and he came home
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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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The custard of eternity is scooped into
the quantum cone of knowledge and drips
out the bottom one lifetime at a time.
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The smell of candy and burn... /A patriotic prose poem for the fourth of July.
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That Dagwood is not a real person but a story told in dots. That Blondie is a male fantasy and will one day find her Nora Helmer.
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My name is Lu-chen Wyatt, and I have watched this tomb for seven years with undying loyalty. Tomorrow I am going away, and I wish to set down the story of my leaving and to say goodbye to Set-Yi, whose burial place has been my home for so long.
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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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Now, the Midwest was ashes. The oceans were covered with hydroponics plant growth.
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The Fuddy-Duddy Writer does not do wit.
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