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I kept a journal
for so many years
I've forgotten
everything I wrote.
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When she told me to write itI did; I scratched out what I wanted to sayin quick print letters. Not all of it.I could never get it all out in an hour but thegeneral idea was definitely there. We had to finish it in the rain becausewe couldn't light the…
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When I was 10 or 11, some people thought that my father was my grandfather, that my brother was my father, and that my mother was my sister!
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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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It’s beautiful to look at and to hold/
though true musicians would be appalled/
by the black plastic
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Particles flung by the sun
pierce us through, undetected
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She called it phantom energy. She said it was costing us money every month. A few cents here and there, sure, but it all added up.
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Wafting wisps of fondness twinkling
in time with fairy lights pointing out lawns in cities
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You can use your shoelaces or an Ace bandage. Loop a belt around your neck and toss the loose end over a shower curtain or closet pole. Pull. Try to lift yourself off the ground.
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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this reaching, this striving to love like it's there becoming something we need.
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Someone will labor to keep it alive/
although the body will want but/
to return to random particles
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"We regret the inconvenience. Due to hijack activity, we have orders to secure this flight. Please remain seated. We will be landing shortly. Thank you for your cooperation."
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He was a beautiful older man, late sixties, who reminded me of a movie star with a thick mane of silver hair parted neatly from left to right and eyes the color of that stretch of Pacific Ocean between San Pedro and Catalina Island, the calming blue of a carefree weekend…
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The snake-like veins began to pulsate angrily, and viciously about his body. Quickly he rose up about the girl. His heart was now pounding rapidly against his chest. Outstretched, were his wings, the width of the balcony, white and decrepit and old, yet s
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Behind the plastic kitchen, where the special children sometimes sit, a large boy in tight dungarees had grabbed Stephanie's hair in one fist.
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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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we're only playing with this language you and I
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Someone had shown me a page on the internet where writers could have their stories analyzed, seeing whose work their piece was similar to. Normally, I only went on the computer to find apartment listings and pornography.
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Cellulite is legal to have, either way.
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‘Do I still ‘respect’ you? Ha! - there’s a sweet old-fashioned phrase! I don’t know, maybe not so much ...
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Her preferred post-coital activity is to pant, to suck in air with urgent greed.
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At any moment, she'll come outside to pick up the day’s newspaper. He can see it resting beneath the blooming crape myrtle, its plastic wrapper glistening with dew.
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You were at a saloon on Water Street. Witnesses say. You were taken out of the place and put on a sloop against your will. Witnesses don’t say.
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The truth about the bird and the snake is this. They are dead. And me? I cannot stop thinking about them.
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In Your Absence the yard-cat, Flower, has started sleeping on top of the fridge
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None of us took it too seriously when Gregory from underwriting said he was dating a real-life witch. Being an underwriter is not as interesting as say being a writer. That's why the greatest underwriter in America, Ajit Jain, gets paid per hour what Jame
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In a corner of a neighbor’s land too stony to till Cob makes a mystery.
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