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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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He was arrested for a horrible crime. It took more than three weeks to identify the body. The newspapers were vague so as not to terrify anyone. He hung his head low as he pled guilty.
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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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Never touch David Letterman's neck!
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On stage, students from the junior college join children from the community to speak and sing in American-French accents. They are timid, heart-broken, in love, rebellious, faithful, resigned to their fates—and all in the matter of a few short hours.
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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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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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Having read the poetry of Dennison
I hereby give up writing.
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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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If we thought that love was gone
that out of sweetness none remained
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These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
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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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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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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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my God, I have no time, no time
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"They treat us like shit," the mathematician said. "They think they can just take us and electrocute us and drown us."
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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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an ominous figure of fear and grace a ball moves back and forth
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Lately he's been wanting to write about love...
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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"I can't believe my 'best friend' and my 'girlfriend' would actually start dating if I authorized and coordinated repeated threesomes for us!" Robert Eww was saying, holding aloft a dagger and book, with an olive wreath around his head.
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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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Particles flung by the sun
pierce us through, undetected
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That night he dreamed about a duel with toothbrushes....
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