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I’m aware I will never be a woman the night you leave me for another city
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My best friend Khaled’s idea was, he’d set up a pool tournament. Nine-ball. Each church would send a player, and whichever church won, he’d join. Any church that wouldn’t shoot pool, he wouldn’t want to join.
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The world knows how to make you smile. I'm certain, but it's your own unique grin that they want for themselves. It's always been their perfect prize to horde. The trouble of course comes from wanting something that only exists in…
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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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I sought to feel something. I hunted my mortality. I craved that rush of life pulsating through my veins.
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I was a six year old with no bike. Only the males in my familyhad that privilege. So one morning I got up very early, before the older siblings awoke, crept out the back porch door where Iknew there would be two bikes in the yard just waiting for me and my…
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Uncle Tee, a dog handler, taught all the camp children their basics: how to "make change" from a $10-bill, how to slip a hand into ladies' purses, and how to make their smiles warm and endearing.
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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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The DC-9 bounced in the turbulence over the north Pacific waking the dozing Ben Clarone.
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A behind the scenes look at how music influenced the writing of Arcana Magi Universe.
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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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but with a light, a rainbow light which was scattered, maybe she herself was a scattering of light, an infinity of universes caught like the opening rays of sunlight
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Allen would stroll the remains of the orchard, reminiscing with Tad, flirting with dementia.
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i miss you/
at times unbearably/
a dull ache that won’t quit
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and we got the apartment, which was on a street that backed up on an alley situated, as it turned out, right across the alley from the very first Hari Krishna house, where they would wake up at four every morning and begin their maddening chanting: Hari K
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I worry about my garden. I know there are larger concerns lurking in the stale shadows than my limp little flowers, things more pressing to the meeting of minds than thick lush green leaves might bring, but this is my own greenish way of …
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She lets go and it slides back too slowly.
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the dogneck gave no support
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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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A screaming comes across the brain
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He tells me that only a few things had happened in his life but some of them he had felt deeply.
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After the funeral there was a luncheon in the church basement.
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When the city froze and the darkness began to arrive ahead of rush hour, my pills worked; Butterfly Hu’s did not. In a double blind trial, you can’t know who gets the miracle, and who gets the sugar.
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Sure, to a teacher, life is a paper / but what would life be to a druggist?
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So she started sneaking into people’s houses in the middle of the night. She’d just sit in the kitchen for an hour or so, and just feel the peace. Never took anything or got into anything. Just sat there silently.
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turn my Dorothy Hamill into a golden shadow
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Attached in the center were the petals of a small flower pressed in wax paper. Uncreased, she read it out loud
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The heavyset blind woman came into the art opening without a dog or a cane.
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She catches my head in a leg scissors and says for me to say Ninja Uncle. Instead, I bite into her flesh that only remotely tastes like a soft salt pretzel.
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