1971 4 6
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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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197033
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Do you know first hiss of batter hitting groundnut oil in a shallow pan, I ask, on a morning after a long, dream-ridden sleep?
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1970106
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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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197013
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I imagined you going at her in ferocious fucking-- /
O, O, O, O, O, O, O Immortal Glistening Cock,
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1970119
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Librarians are hiding something. What is it?
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197075
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skies electric blue,/limpid dewy air, the world/framed by a small farm.
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1970134
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His hands go up and down on me. You love me don't you he says. I don't know I say.
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197054
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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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1970104
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So, like I said. Da. I have dealt with the men, when I was a lap dancer. The men they need the….manipulations. I have good hands. They want me to see them naked, their power. Here it is only the women. The massage, the facial, the waxing...
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196910
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I knew her face but not her hair, at least not the right way up.
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1969117
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when the surface of a photograph gets like this that it has gone blind
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19691410
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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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196900
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Danica paused for a moment as thoughts of going to Avalon Tech changed to heading for Mystic Intelligence. She could not understand why she thought about going there.
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19681412
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I have nothing in me but a raw loneliness right now. It's as if someone whirl-winded me out of the sky into the middle of the ocean in the middle of the red faced night. My fate seems immobile, sealed, doomed to a rocking nothingness, like…
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1968218
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1968199
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the constant inner jabber
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196800
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“You have run for your life, Astylos, and won. All Hellenes share in your victory.” The crowd bellowed and thundered as an attendant tied purple ribbons around the winner’s forehead, arms and legs. These would mark him as a victor for the remaining days o
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196874
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Then daylight's lovely lantern/
Dressed in yellow white/
cleanness/
Danced a ballet towards/
Her majesty’s park bench/
She did! She sat on you!
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196833
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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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196800
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In desperation, the city council imported a shaman to exorcise whatever demons had possessed the house.
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19682913
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Cinnamon and smoke
infuse the days that shorten,
chill, accelerate.
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196810
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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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19671817
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Buddy was in a garage band. They were pretty good. “Soul Harbor“ they called themselves.
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1967116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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196794
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The truth about the bird and the snake is this. They are dead. And me? I cannot stop thinking about them.
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196733
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And him, now there’s a him. I’d like if he were perfect, but perfect things never are. My daughter says it best, when she contrasts the two of you, “Daddy worked to forget about his problems. When he works, it makes him feel like there is a problem.”
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196700
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Two women grab a table near a window in a coffee shop. Outside, the sky is the color of dulled aluminum. It is early spring and pollen assaults the air with a tint of sulfur.
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196711
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Right away, like toadstools, there were crackpot theories. The first: that kids out on the lake dock, against fire department warnings...
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19661710
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Ancestry.com The Liverpool census in 1851 lists him:Thirteen years old, Irish. Occupation: beggar. Only that. I will do more for him.I will see him in torn jacket and too-short pants singing all day of the fields, the cliffs,…
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19661714
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...the astonishing discovery...
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