1780 5 5
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These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
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178020
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I love reading about myself. There's nothing more gratifying than seeing my name in the paper, knowing so many people are interested in who I am and what I do.
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178085
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And because the film is French, the camera pauses / long moments at the curve of her neck, it watches/ her finger vermilion tulips in a vase. Her new lover,/ a wisp of a man, looks good in leather./ The camera pans quickly across beige suede,/ rests long
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178031
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We learned to dance beneath a gazebo / in Spring Lake Park / We were fourteen
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178077
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How much do book editors earn? Peacock Love. (aww…)
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1780139
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178053
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The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue just came out, and all over America librarians are flipping through its pages and rolling their eyes. The swimsuit issue, which isn't actually about swimwear at all, but, is, instead, about young, beautifully shaped female…
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178085
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17802217
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While you can,/
find the beautiful
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SPOT ON OUR LUNG We sense A stillborn dawn. A furtive, lurking gray, A sleight of dusk, eclipse, that follows Us. TITANIC'S LANTERNS Upon My rain-glazed panes Wet lights from neighbors glow Like lantern beams from shipwrecks…
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177922
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I flung the basketball at the hoop and Cooper shagged the ball. He was the luckiest bastard I knew. ...
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177965
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The bar sounds grew (as bar sounds will) until everything rushed together -- clinking glass, tinkling ice, laughter and zippers going down then up.
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177966
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There is a push-up on the ceiling. I don't know how to get it down. I've tried hitting it with a broom. That just made it blow steam. I asked my wife, did you do push-ups on the ceiling? She did. Why? It's easier up there. The cat doesn't bother me. Well, you left…
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His knife enters the Maui onion. He minces garlic and applies heat to pan and melts sweet cream butter and browns the garlic first and then he adds the onion and more heat, but it's time that will surely caramelize them. Salt and pepper and splashes of wine for the pan and…
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177921
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Oh no, here is that Whitman man
I’ve heard he is a bounder.
Don’t look his way or catch his eye-
Just get another round, dear.
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177921
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“Excuse me–where are the pig’s feet?”
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177977
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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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17791814
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Also in development,/
the anatomically perfect robot/
pool boy and naughty maid,
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I bear the wrong gin. Your air conditioner runs cold. It is either frigid or off, the gauge broken. You are not too old to overlook these things. You can't be choosy, but you will never beg. Just an occasional choice as you settle into this…
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177955
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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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"Cooperation and sharing could eliminate poverty."
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Robbie Lange closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair. Yawning, he looked out the window into the black night. Another evening at the office, he thought. He counted the other lit windows in the skyscrapers around his building. “Goodnight, everyone
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177853
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Hunger only makes people hungry, but bad hair can ruin your whole day.
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177882
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The Numbers will never romp up the stairs from the laundry room to slip warm socks on your feet on a winter’s night.
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1778109
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It was all I was convinced / in designing the encounter.
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177852
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177875
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What's the weirdest thing you've ever used as a bookmark? I work in a library. I've seen that, and more.
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177820
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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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She’s there, in a tin, loosely wound
beneath sepia tissue paper, a braid
to worry in your fingers.
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