1859 9 4
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A jollier zombie you shall never find. You must trust me on this!
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185975
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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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185921
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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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18591612
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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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185911
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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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185900
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There was a whole group of us Young Turk poets who hung out at the Savoy Tivoli in North Beach. Most of them drove cabs, (whereas I was now working in a damned gas station for Angel, my publisher’s man, who got me a job there.) They would double-park thei
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185932
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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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18591613
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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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185934
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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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18591211
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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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185865
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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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185810
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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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185841
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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185855
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While the other kids blew bubbles, Maddy clung to my neck. She didn't cry or scream, and she held on loosely, not with the death grip some kids have. For five Wednesday afternoons, Maddy wrapped her pudgy arms over my shoulders and rested her bottom on m
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18581211
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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185800
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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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185884
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He had become an accessory to a murder.
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185852
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Some books are like old friends and when you read them, you no longer feel alone.
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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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185784
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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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1857157
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These days I wear a flag pin.
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1857108
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Nothing good comes from being lowered into a well to take a photograph, boy
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185775
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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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185753
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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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185676
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Residual flashbacks; just tiny bright lightning bolts that flash in front of my eyes, just like standing watching a soaring bonfire on a cold and frosty November night, pinprick sparks flying up into the endless darkness of the night.
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185600
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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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185685
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It was the first time I had ever seen a possession.
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185600
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I would be the mortal to hand justice to God. It wouldn’t come in the form of steel from a blade or by gun powder of a revolver, but by my disbelief...
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185666
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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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185698
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. . . catching her breath somewhere between ecstasy and surprise. . .
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