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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again today, as it was yesterday and may have been before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it among the murder while using the binoculars that I often use to bring things closer, things like these iridescent and beautiful…
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171932
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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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171900
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He awoke with a start. This was not the first time he did so. He couldn't afford these occasional bouts of sleep. And certainly not in the land of the Tsantsa hunters.
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1. there's nothing more to say about it and I don't want to be drawn2. beautiful she couldn't hear me anyway I was desperate and there were moths3. they'd replaced his head with a picture of the moon he looked4. none of them were speaking English more like a ticking a…
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Maddy knew how to make a sauce. It embraced the meat in a thick, buttery ooze.
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As I go by I see five, six high school kids standing on the corner waiting for the bus. They are huddled together like a bunch of ducks....
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171976
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He leans in close then, close enough that when he speaks, his words tiptoe out and tuck me in.
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171966
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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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171822
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I think fat will just appear, like a narcotics cop at my door, or something.
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1718139
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neon carrots and atomic tangerines
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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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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171800
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Astrid hadn't always hated him.
They met at the Beta house in the fall of his junior year. Typical Friday night. Stoned, drinking beer. He and Red Chapman sitting in their room playing guitars. The girls in their blues jeans. The guys from the house hi
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God's real name is Frank, and he stops by all the time. He tries to dump that cheap Xmas candy on us.
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171811
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My best friend died yesterday. His name was Franklin Seever, but we all called him Lin. It started when we were in Little League. There were two Franklins on the team so Coach, who was my dad, called the fat one Frank and my best friend Lin.
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How could you run from me now?
The loneliest child in the house
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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His mouth went dry, but he managed to say, coolly, “Just how would you like me to do that, Sandra?”
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Satchmo sings a love song over the sound system. People read books, tap keyboards, drink coffee, eat cake. In Barnes & Noble—more a coffee shop these days than a bookstore—I am thinking about my dad and his stomach cancer.The terror he…
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With such demeaning precarity, I can’t read/
anything more than a thousand words
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171732
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and i'm almost out of cigarettes,
and fireworks and sorority girls
scream
from down the street.
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171632
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I've heard of sucessful marriages where there's very little sex.
My heart aches for that kind of love.
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Christmas Eve arrives with a relief that the season of joy will soon be over so I can feel the pain I am denying myself. Rosie presses her face against the kitchen window, leaving ghostlike impressions of the tip of her nose and her lips on the glass tha
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171696
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Gather 'round children, For it's high time to tell, The story of a strange man With a horrible, awful smell. For this is a story More disgusting than most. This is the gruesome tale Of Gary Von Gross. With a house made…
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War came home tonight. We weep and hug, while he stares over our shoulders, like the statue we'll make of him. We pour a drink for his shaky hands, wheel him past his friends the dead, and lie to each other about other, far off places as if we knew.
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When she was nineteen, she began to brew a baby in her belly. She named it, and sang to it, and organized the leftover hand-me-downs that hadn't been worn ragged through by the first seven sets of recipients.
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They're bound to wonder what sort of offspring we'll hatch. We've done the tests, we are cross-fertile.
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Her ghost/kept coming back/to Hamlet
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