1821 2 1
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I can still feel the texture of those humid Delta mornings, hear the rhythm of the voices of black children echoing down the halls. I still remember the sense of purpose that I had each day, knowing that this, here, mattered: a child’s education, their
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182000
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“It's going to be hitting around the mid-90's tomorrow” said the television expert. “So what? Like 1995?” “Maybe, perhaps even '96” “Does this mean I should break out my Backstreet Boys record?” …
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182040
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I had a dream. "And it was a long dream, as dreams go. . ."
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182085
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And because the film is French, the camera pauses / long moments at the curve of her neck, it watches/ her finger vermilion tulips in a vase. Her new lover,/ a wisp of a man, looks good in leather./ The camera pans quickly across beige suede,/ rests long
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18201715
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With such a world/
one must invent a heaven
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182020
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I remember being sent a picture once from one of my old roommates, Louise, back in Chicago where I came from. The photo was taken when she’d come out for a visit to California. In the picture I am sitting on the front stairs of my house in the Rockridge
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182052
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182001
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I am reaching out at you, to you from the nest. From the nest, please come to the nest, to see me and to hear my life story. From the nest I go, and then I arrive at the nest, suddenly, just in time to be…
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181943
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Born, he stood up. He wore nothing as often as possible
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181943
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take back all the falderal
and friggin' fiddle dee dee
take back the mad murmuring
of ten minutes ago
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181902
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When Mavis is satisfied that her new man and I have met her criteria, and at long last she goes, no one will stand between me and the relentless boredom of my own company.
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181900
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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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1819108
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Half-pint Ball canning jars, each labeled in earnest capital letters, took up a whole wall of Teeny’s bedroom. Inside each jar was air she had collected from some place important to her life.
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1819157
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It is a sunny day in the autumn of the patriarch.
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181900
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"Being honest with me," said her teacher, "will hopefully allow you to be honest with yourself--writing is about being honest, and articulating that honesty."
It sounded like a riddle, and her teacher looked at her with the sanctimony of a wizard.
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18191715
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I loved to visit my grandparents when I was a kid.
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18191512
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You anchor the real
You make love to the true
I am bound to you in consecration
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1819106
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He is drilling the door of a safe to access the keys he locked inside.
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18181716
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That night he dreamed about a duel with toothbrushes....
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181866
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There is a push-up on the ceiling. I don't know how to get it down. I've tried hitting it with a broom. That just made it blow steam. I asked my wife, did you do push-ups on the ceiling? She did. Why? It's easier up there. The cat doesn't bother me. Well, you left…
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181800
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"Did I have a choice? Could I just open my eyes, did I have to ‘see’ as he was telling me now I could? I decided to go for it. What did I have to lose? This was all a dream, too much driving to get here, too much reunion, too much food, too much beer. Or
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181811
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There was an ownership about the makeshift carnival. There was a therapy there.
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181888
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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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181852
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I considered explaining that the universe is still evolving and changing, but the look on her face said GENESIS ONE.
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181840
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When we were on the road coming back out to California, along the Lewis and Clark trail somewhere near Cardwell, Montana, I remember thinking life was like leaping through flames while reading poetry and drinking rotgut red wine. This was what life was, a
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181852
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Within a day, she had a scummy apartment which belonged to the government. It had cockroaches, which she was not used to. They churned her stomach, repulsive little things. Not even creatures. Two brains, she'd read: one in the head, one in the ass.
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181852
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Some books are like old friends and when you read them, you no longer feel alone.
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18171617
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If I wanted cautious I wouldn't be in her bed. She would only sleep with her husband. Adultery is not for pussies. So I dive back into the conversation which has made my dick limp and ask where I'm wrong in our post-coital chatter and she says it doesn't
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181782
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The Numbers will never romp up the stairs from the laundry room to slip warm socks on your feet on a winter’s night.
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181722
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I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
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