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I took it in my hands and used it on my lips. The taste was just hers: her touch, her smell, her breath in the winter nights. She was in this. Everything we had was in this tube.
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dicks, skulls and upside down crosses
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“Excuse me–where are the pig’s feet?”
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The cabin has windows all around, like ribbon tying a birthday present.
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When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
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I bought some charlatan art / and hung it on the wall
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Some of them are notorious tweakers. Nobody epitomizes the cowboy-outlaw biker more than the ironworkers, who are wired on Black Beauties they sell on breaks.
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Mrs. Noah eyed the thickening clouds from the front stoop. Noah was still out in the yard kicking up sand in disgust, arguing with himself the whole time. Piles of cedar timber lay strewn all about. Maybe if they’d lived even three days’ journey clos
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Waking in the middle of the night, tangled in the hotel sheets, I wanted to hear the story again: their pilot friend, the war, his specialty. "It's just a screw, son," Dad said, "nothing exotic."
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The latest teen abuse of an ordinary household item? Late-night “lint roller” parties at which boys and girls engage in heavy “feel-up” sessions that can lead to unwanted pregnancies, white slavery and in extreme cases, marriage.
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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A spark is a gouged word: stewed to annihilate, scrambled, botched in a pot to dry. Lead us to the quiver, let us tremble. Noon, we paw nails under rugs, run fingertips over books, rip cupboards from hinges and spiral open the machine, for the creature is near the roof or…
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After she died, clearing out her safe deposit box at the local bank, I found more numberplates.
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I am abandoned to the mundane/
calculations of a small mind/
trapped by small considerations
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I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
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I loved to visit my grandparents when I was a kid.
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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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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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These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
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Born, he stood up. He wore nothing as often as possible
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Next to you, the mother tightens her grip on her stroller. The young teenager tears her gaze from her mobile phone for an instant.
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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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The first engine arrived and a fireman heavy with gear stumbled from the side railing.
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A son packs his bag - bottled water, extra masks, and jerky. Mom paces behind him. “Don't go.”
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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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There was an ownership about the makeshift carnival. There was a therapy there.
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With such a world/
one must invent a heaven
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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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