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"Did I have a choice? Could I just open my eyes, did I have to ‘see’ as he was telling me now I could? I decided to go for it. What did I have to lose? This was all a dream, too much driving to get here, too much reunion, too much food, too much beer. Or
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"Look, Ted, I'm on a timer. It's really hell here, you can't imagine. And I have a chance to get paroled early, if you do me a solid."
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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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Naomi saw an ad in one of those slick circulars that came in the mail. ' Wigs by Paula."
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Without warning his eyes expertly navigated into a closed position setting off the dream machine long without power until this very second.
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4. Hers blocking driveway, his diagonal in grass
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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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As he brushes his shoulders against other people's shoulders until he almost has no shoulders –
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If you find the place they forgot to bomb send me a hot pink postcard. The planet is only so big. We're already dipping our heels into the waters without wanting to become true believers, miserable followers. The bedtime stories will have to…
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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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I don't know if I'm going to get Alzheimer's, but know I don‘t want to. That's why I just read “100 Simple Things You Can Do To Prevent Alzheimer's“ by medical journalist Jean Carper. Doing simple things is something I'm good at. And while I'm…
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In his fridge he had one piece of meat. He hadn’t been expecting me. I cooked it for him and watched him eat.
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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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Under nervously flickering fluorescent lights / your name will grow / fed by the tongues of Those Who Never Leave
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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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That led to the first aid box on the bed at 3 in the morning, but what about those veggies?
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“Don’t you wish it always ended that way? The right people fall in love? Romance leads to marriage? God, that was a great movie.”
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the array of regularly spaced wavering human forms floating upright seems to extend endlessly in all directions.
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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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I remember ...all the teenagers offered no-longer favored CDs, last year's cell phones, third-place trophies, team jerseys, played-out videogame cartridges, and candy-colored miniature stuffed animals...
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It seemed like only yesterday that she was making sure to remember bottles for Hunter and now he was eating regular adult food, and they were looking into tutors for next year, and Hunter was nearly four. Her runty Hunty umpkins was going to be four.
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It's the little things that trip us
up: a small hole in a level field,
an innocuous root in a well-trod
path, a disinclined sidewalk...
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He shivered in his robe and pajama pants as the showdown with the piggy bank continued on this dark winter’s night. He couldn’t resist the cute dots for eyes, the stubby legs and perked up ears.
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A true Rowdies fan begins every conversation about the band with a legend. She would be impressed if he knew the story.
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God forbid you should break one of the camps precious “rules,” which were more or less like the Ten F'ing Commandments around there.
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Their nouns are few and stark./
Ours are numerous and dappled/
or subtly shaded and shadowed/
by circumstance and possibility.
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Sunday, Nolan and I drop by the ice rink on 10th and Alma to watch the amateur hockey leagues battle it out in an unspoken yet assumed class war: the buff, unemployed rink bums who can grind ice, cross-check, and stick handle like the pros, versus the dou
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On the day they were born, the old mother eagle named her chicks Faith, Hope, and Charity.
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