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The planet looks so peaceful from space doesn't it? Want a blue Gumball? Like a pancake batter with bluish dye mixed into Its big yellow bowl and carried out by a winking Victorian Butler. Like a bowling ball with just the right Weight for your…
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We all//
fall short and fail.
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I want to be that daring gardener who ploughs up her front yard -- to the horror of the Neighborhood Association.
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If we thought that love was gone
that out of sweetness none remained
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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["GET UP, GET GET, GET DOWN ... 9-11'S A JOKE IN *your* TOWN!"]
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The Viper turns so quickly that Father's grabbing hand now faces its head instead of its tail.
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Didn't he have like a frog
No lips so speak of, and the weathered lizard
Look of the frequently face-lifted?
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Black tagliatelle with squid and funghi porcini. He didn't understand why they called it a special, it had been in the menu since day one they had opened.
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I watched you knee deep in water with a little boy you were hitting.
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my God, I have no time, no time
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"What is a vageena?" I wanted to know.
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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 wrote this during a poetry workshop at the Atlantic Center for the Arts with Carolyn Forché. January, 2015. So much more has happened since that stunning week.
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fat furry marmots who play hide and seek
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The thing was, though, she couldn’t shake the image of that dead dog she had found inside the black trash bag she thought could be first base, right before the twins said, Screw the game, let’s swing.
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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It was with the departure of their last child that the Beazleys became grotesquely petty with each other.
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Commencons (let us begin) our deconstruction of la bouteille typique de shampooing (the typical shampoo bottle).
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He hasn't had a wedding ring in years. When George's knuckles began to swell — a little arthritis — his ring dug into his finger so bad his wife Loren took him to the ER and had it cut off. The ring, not the finger. He never knew there was a tool to cut rings,…
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I know I’m slipping
into my mother’s skin. I answer the phone
with her voice; her hands grind the coffee beans.
And who is this listening to NPR in the morning
while the fresh-faced girls in the neighborhood trudge toward school,,
peonies han
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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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A son packs his bag - bottled water, extra masks, and jerky. Mom paces behind him. “Don't go.”
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You should have
marked that territory like a conquistador,
mounted him like an equestrian, left no
what-ifs in your wake.
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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(I'd appreciate some feedback on this very weird story.) A Frosted Mini Wheat walks in to a bar...
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My novel-in-stories, NAN, is now available as an ebook for $6.99. Thanks to everyone who read the first 7 published stories here on Fictionaut.
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