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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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185832
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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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185834
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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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185851
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“What would you think if I committed adultery?”
She pauses very briefly before replying.
“What, you got time on your hands?”
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185765
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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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185754
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You left your quiet life for a home in the city.
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185741
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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185763
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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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185773
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Susie watched the record, her mouth agape just slightly, the spinning vinyl unveiling the powerful sound of a voice she'd wanted to hear her whole life.
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185775
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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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18571612
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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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185752
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Some books are like old friends and when you read them, you no longer feel alone.
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18571211
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When I no longer know you, what signal will you give to remind me that you and I once loved?
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1856129
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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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185684
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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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185633
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Things are a little out of hand. Information fills room after room after room. I have no bloody idea where I am. I have your photo, but the navigational coordinates are difficult to interpret. Where the hell are you, anyway? I don't like mazes — too much like…
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1856108
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Nothing good comes from being lowered into a well to take a photograph, boy
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185653
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He was corporate then, young, his wife gorgeous, the collar flipped up on his twill overcoat, a lit cigarette in one hand, the other around his wife’s waist. They stood outside. It looked chilly. She wore a hat. He looked bulletproof.
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185600
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His thought was shattered then by the horrible grind of the telephone in the hall. Surely not for me, he thought. One of the other tenants has a friend who’s landed vipivka, no doubt after 39 straight days of hunt. Booze is so damnably hard to find
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18561613
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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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185512
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[DO NOT READ BETWEEN THIS LINE ... CITIZEN!]
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1855157
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These days I wear a flag pin.
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185575
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I am standing in the kitchen, kneading dough, because this is one way to say sorry. This is way to say, things will be different now, look.
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185585
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It was the first time I had ever seen a possession.
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185582
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It was so hot we walked out on our husbands. There were reasons, we supposed. They left the refrigerator doors open all day, grabbing beers when they passed by, tossing the sticky caps upon counters. They drove their Metropolitans to buy food, leaving th
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185566
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Learned & wealthy but slowly going mad
from seeing, he did the only thing he could/he turned to love
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185574
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They had been wintering on the Cape under gunmetal skies...
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185598
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. . . catching her breath somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. . .
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185597
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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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1854112
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...and he would stumble from bed in a panic and fling the toothbrush at the mirror cursing all the while "fuck fuck why can't I forget her".
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