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Artie invited me to go with him to pick out a Halloween Pumpkin for the house. I had recently moved into a communal living situation and we were still getting to know each other. Artie was the kind of person who made a special occasion out of ordinary life. Why…
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19181613
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Suddenly a hand shot up on the other side of a hedge. “I’ll have one of those!” cried someone who remained invisible.
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191851
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When Bill was in the hospital, one month bleeding into the next, his mother visited exactly twice, both times complaining of the things she needed or couldn’t get rid of: mop heads, bleach, dustpans, detergents, grease, turgid water in the basement. And
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1918119
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They both have an annoying habit. She talks to him while she's in another room, and he doesn't answer because he can't hear what she's saying.
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191846
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The thing that really gets you about the house is the hurricane shutters. They're up already, even though it's the end of May, because Buck's uncle is back in Rhode Island for the summer and he's prepped the house on Key Largo like Armageddon is coming.
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19181410
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are my only real friends. They don't seem to mind my shuffling down the dirty sidewalks without acknowledging their mere scraggly presences like friendly tombstones. They are growing their hair out again. I've noticed that much. We've got a…
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191840
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I hadn't yet assembled enough pieces of Italian to explain any of this, but it was hardly necessary. The fact that I was a scrittore in a language foreign to her seemed to make me especially fascinating...
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191811
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We brought flowers for our dead lovers
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191773
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Maybe she thinks in Czech, dreams in German, pretends in English. Babylon is a beautiful place after all.
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1917106
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Now that I no longer sleep to see you,
propelled by this motion that is not magic
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191700
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—with spinster goddesses in the middle of things / circling looms.
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19171712
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It could probably be shown by facts and figures that there is no distinctly native American criminal class except Congress.
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191742
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Two people are talking. They are both wearing hats.
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191792
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Paddy's night arrived in the manner of finding a half torn fiver, initial anticipation usurped by disappointment before a chancer's edge suggested some craic might ensue after all. A great crowd had gathered somewhere else, for under Hill street bridge…
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19171812
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There's a man sitting in my room holding a jar of my ashes. That's what he claims.
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191798
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“No one ever notices everything: but sometimes it happens, when no one is noticing everything, everyone misses the same thing in the same moment . . ."
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19172312
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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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191700
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“Have you heard about Lucius?” The lawyer turned to the carpenter. “They say he's gone mad. Just gone; the madness of the gods.” Sitting in the barbershop were the former two, one in his forties and the other of his fifties; a gray-haired…
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191723
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19161914
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Sure, to a teacher, life is a paper / but what would life be to a druggist?
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1916105
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there she was, this beautiful duck with her 4 beautiful babies, under my bush.
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191666
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When she finally arrived it was like a cello playing inside me
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191631
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When it came time to sell the agency—when the papers came for him to sign—it was a very bad deal. But he did not cry. This was business. He had gambled and he had lost. He signed the papers without a hint of regret and even pried open a case of champa
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191641
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fated and cruel, a person I don't love
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191642
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your leather jacket zip has left a row of teethmarks on her arm
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191500
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The girl who was me stands in a sandbox with upraised arms, honey hair tied with olive yarn in two ponytails. She says nothing, but wants me to pick her up.
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1915199
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the constant inner jabber
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191500
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". . . with the impact of a 18-wheeler jack-knifed into a Mini-Cooper as it hits the surface."
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19151514
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it was your hands—caked
with years-old clay & quaking
from too much solitude
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191589
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was washing her hands and lookingin the mirror and hoping tosee someone who could tell herthe way home again. She wasn'tsure why she should want to go there except maybe to findthe missing piece that had alwayseluded her. The lonely genius puton her clothes but the…
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