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Emma and I were in a shabby part of town with vacant lots and overgrown yards, and I wondered if something would happen as we loped beside Tom, who was slow-witted and 21. We were 13 . . .
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The tsunami started, ironically enough, with a phone call.
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Track One Johnny Burkemeister, lead vocals and flutist of the band Albatross Antics, sits on his bed thinking in silence. His elbow rests on his knee, and his palm on his forehead with his fingers running through his dirty-blonde hair. He is staring at a copy of Paste…
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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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Hi, I'm Alexander Payne. I hate sex.
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When VCRs were invented in the 1970s, the first big user segment was people who wanted to watch porno films in the comfort of their own home. Troy and Lynn's upstairs neighbor, James, an enlisted man in the Navy stationed at Pearl Harbor, had a vast porn…
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wrenched its lower back trying so hard to lift too many stacked November clouds off the newly shaved prickly heads of the slowly freezing trees,like ring weights,and had to spend the last of its hours setting in a small square box in…
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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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Teaching never occurred to me in college. I took workshops and wrote often. Friends and classmates, meanwhile, switched from studio majors to Art Education, or from English to Certification. Not me. Teaching high-schoolers would be all wrong. Briefly, I…
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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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the dogneck gave no support
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Behind them all, in the background, a tray of vodka tonics waits on a glass table, the limes losing color as they drown.
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A famous author and an inspired writer meet at a coffee shop, both looking for inspiration. The patrons there don’t know if this meeting is by accident or design, but they are in awe of Fame.
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I was making good bread as a New York studio musician and jingle writer, anonymous back-room jobs.
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The wind rushed by her and she heard the faint sound of barking. And then she knew why she was coming. And she ran.
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I knew her face but not her hair, at least not the right way up.
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Just because I’m suicidal doesn’t mean I don’t care about whacking my head on some service railing ten stories down. The fact that I’m going to jump doesn’t lessen my fear of propellers or a broken back.
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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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rump-a-rump, bat-a-tat, barumpabumbum
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She was skinny and with breasts like a wound up skein of yarn.
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She had loved sleeping in Todd’s arms at night, hearing the soft tinkle of crystal above her when cool drafts moved through the house, his hand wandering over the swell of her belly.
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While space and time opened up for us, the ground accelerated its attempts to devour the astronaut. Grasses grew up around his edges. Seeds propagated in the folds of his suit, tendrils found their way into the mysterious holes for the missing hoses that
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"Heaven-high, choking on our own breath and each other's tongues."
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The thunder rolled like an old Bob Dylan tour...
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and the mass exceeds the buoyancy/
and gravity pulls you back,
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A constellation appears in the shape of Van Gogh’s missing ear.
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When the world is quiet, all your thoughts demand attention.
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The orchid trembled on its long stem
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We know a poem isn't going to stop you From invading our town. It won't get you to Listen to our birds any more than to our Sunsets. That's not why we do it. We know A poem isn't going to break the blade of Your knife like an…
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