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The fabric on the waiting room chairs is stained and matted, but has been cleaned over and over.
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The man who plays his flute every day under the archway near Powell station is not very good. He never plays a real tune, just a series of random notes. There is no rhythm or melody either. In fact, it's not even a flute he…
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The Karaoke Girls are not appreciated. Not nearly enough and not often enough.
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fate is an illusion we use to ease the terror of our mortality
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All I wanted was to love her.
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The guy stretches out his arm as he rounds up the herd of ducks that only want to bob. He pulls down his sleeve over a heart tattoo, faded from being seen so many times. It’s a skinny sort of heart tattoo, an askew heart from where I stand, an arrow fro
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I had a meeting with the editor of a well-known magazine. She said, “I think your paradigm got stuck up your monomyth.” “Oh dear. Is that bad?” “Bad? You want to be a writer, don't you?” “Well, I did. I'm not so sure now.…
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We are prisoners of anticipation.
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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Beautiful kids in sunglasses dashed around as colourful as jars of mixed fruit in the warm air of a midsummer’s night drinking on the riverbank, the bar sheltered under a crusty wooden shack, the sight was stunning in the twilight before the sun rose.
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Cammie Richard's house was just like all the others in Wilchester. The exterior was vaguely reminiscent of the Dutch style; gray stone with cross beams of dark wood, with two stories and a bay window. Her yard was fertilizer green, with a giant STRATFORD FOOTBALL…
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When he took Medieval German Lit in graduate school, Ackermann read Der Ackermann aus Böhmen by Johannes von Tepl. His professor was amused both by his last name and that his grandparents were Germans from Bohemia. Of course, only his grandmother was from Bohemia and…
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If you were the ozone,
I’d want to leave you gaping.
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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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powerless against the memory of the earth-bank and the river flows, through a susurrus field of a million quills
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As he brushes his shoulders against other people's shoulders until he almost has no shoulders –
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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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Reality winks at us then scampers off
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I can confirm nothing/
but impressions of the world//
that appear beyond my/
body’s reach.
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I love to watch Kim work. She styles and cuts hair. When she is working on a customer, she is all business. The look on her face is priceless.
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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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FOR SALE. One prom dress, never worn. Size 18.
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I woke up around 6 pm today. As always, mum would wake me up. I have this special bond with my bed and parting with her during my most vulnerable is anathema to my nature. Thrice mum would pull my feet and thrice I would groan hoping she would go…
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We have always been a trashy species./
We study ourselves by examining/
garbage-- a pile of mussel shells here,
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A father's soft neglect has repercussions.
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It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
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Dear Jackknife Ponderosa, I'm stupid. Let's move on. Let's move past the part where I complain, where I struggle with circumstance, where I display my petty arms, and shoot holes in the air. …
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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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She served him pie she knew was ruined.
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