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If we thought that love was gone
that out of sweetness none remained
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168912
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I am tired of playing the old game: Saying something old in a new way. So let me do the opposite:
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As Gino exited the supermarket, plastics bags in tow, he began doing curls with his right arm. He’d been doing this for years, reasoning that he might as well get some exercise during the walk home.
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He searched for something deserving of the word “bestowed,” something so rare as to horrify the clerics of ordinariness.
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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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"What is a vageena?" I wanted to know.
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Clare sits bolt upright in the hard plastic chair, warily tracking every passer-by. In her lap, Kim’s hair is damp with sweat, dark blonde curls melting against her flushed cheeks. Clare absently strokes the length, soothing both of them.
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I take the plastic off of the last videotape and stick it in the VCR. I make sure the channel is on 6. Still a commercial. I get my notebook, turn it to the next page and write today's date on top. I get ready. I don't really like the back and forth banter the other news…
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168893
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I had dreams of being permeated with the heat of Caramelized sisters. A declawed cat kept creeping along my apartment walls.
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16882011
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We invent our beauties//
as we find them and engineer/
our horrors
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1687129
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Particles flung by the sun
pierce us through, undetected
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Under the dirty orange glow of sodium streetlights, the glistening pavement looks slick, but it’s only just wet. The mid-November temperature is cool—quite mild, actually, for this late time of year—still hovering in the upper 30s—so far posing only the
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168754
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Never touch David Letterman's neck!
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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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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It is a sunny day in the autumn of the patriarch.
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We lived on the edge of a tiny Iowa town, and picked corn fields were steps away.
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Lately he's been wanting to write about love...
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168773
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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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168753
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He never bothered converting the tip money he pocketed at the Imperial Street 24 hour car wash as his world was replete with 25 cent transactions, making quarters the perfect coin for his realm.
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What used to be a scene has broken into fragments and blips of her on a screen I can’t control or manipulate.
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That night he dreamed about a duel with toothbrushes....
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168652
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I imagined the sun to be the moon and discovered it was not on a road trip in California where I noticed the sun on one side and the moon on the other.
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About 10 years ago is when it started. I was 14, sitting at Pop's knee, listening to his stories, and Mom came in crying. She could hardly get words out.
I think that day was the last time I felt the sun.
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I'm explicating Emily Dickinson when the alarm starts: three long, two short. Lockdown mode. Only there was nothing in the staff bulletin about a drill. So I tell the students to get down on the floor, away from the window. I open the classroom door and lock it from…
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Moon Boy sits atop the hill's crest and watches Moon Girl.
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