1813 8 8
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I can confirm nothing/
but impressions of the world//
that appear beyond my/
body’s reach.
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181386
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Here I am in the city where we walked side by side, you had driven a great distance and lost your way somewhere where exits left the highway from both directions and unpredictably.
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181300
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And Mickey said to the reporter, "I wrote a play for Richard. It is the wild play I performed with Richard. I think he will like this shit."
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1813147
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where is the magic at?
the spit
the dirt
or the words?
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181397
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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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1813115
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This weekend was supposed to be about intellect and soul-mating, but, like all others, it's turned into body and longing. You sit in my passenger seat and I let you smoke in my wee car with the windows rolled down. We've come from a wedding, a fairy ring, a…
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1813119
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He asked me to bury him in Vegas.
Instead, I had him cremated in Trenton.
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181353
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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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181300
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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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181223
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“How scared?” Mikey said, not wanting to find out, and already looking pretty nervous.
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181294
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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181231
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the future wrapped up in a dream
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18121513
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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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181155
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While the other kids blew bubbles, Maddy clung to my neck. She didn't cry or scream, and she held on loosely, not with the death grip some kids have. For five Wednesday afternoons, Maddy wrapped her pudgy arms over my shoulders and rested her bottom on m
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181120
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a store called ROCKING FROCKS. In its window was a black tee shirt that said in big white letters, I'M NOT A SLUT, I'M WITH THE BAND.
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1811109
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It was all I was convinced / in designing the encounter.
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18112214
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I thought each day died inside the clock.
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1811123
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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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181100
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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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181132
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Matthias Fenstermacher loved onions, but hated slicing them, and so he labored to produce a tearless variety. His first attempt was indeed tearless--instead of weeping, the slicer was overcome by fits of uncontrollable giggles. The potential hazard was
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181133
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They said AK, AK, if you want to come here, if you want to come to Antioch, you have to bring your A+ game. If you want to run with the big boys. That’s what they said. So I brought my A+ game.
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181112
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It wasn’t funny. It wasn’t scary. It wasn’t great. And it never is with people.
Except..eventually..when you meet the right person..it is.
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1811139
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Like many little towns, ours has an archive. It is a catalog of everything that happens.
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181185
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181155
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Alessandro was no ordinary demon (what demon is?), insofar as he had Constable Pulce's number. In demonly fashion he had Pulce's number in a way Pulce himself did not.
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181154
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181055
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How would you like to leave the land of your ancestors, the place of your birth, the home of your identity?
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181033
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Stop! the voice commands in a guttural shriek. Do not move. You are under arrest. But the voice is only in his head; he has created it the way a writer creates characters on a page, and it is just as real to him as if someone were really there.
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I was Orson Welles skulking in the shadows and you Alida Valli;
our time measured like footsteps advancing on Gethsemane.
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