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Sarge had done this before. Not with this many rookies and not on a one-way trip. This was a suicide mission. The boys didn't know it, but he did. They weren't coming back. Hell, they couldn't come back
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The pear is a bruise. Feels like desperation in the light, it looks soft and blue. She wants to touch it and doesn’t want to. How the blood gathers under the blue and the body grows tender. Swells. Slowly.
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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/
by the shrinking language of the day,//
my words abandon me.
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In May of 1982, my daughter and I planned a trip…
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Most everything is white because white means clean and hospitals are supposed to be clean. They wouldn’t let me leave.
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John was sitting at his computer one night after work, when he read an article linked to him by a friend.
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All creatures know death at their very core, a tacit default--
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Being awake for the sunrise, that is the good planfor writing poemsand listening to enginesbirdsand bus stop silence.Now, I'm going to smokeout back on my roof porchfrom this atticapartmentin this desert land of big-titted blondesand listen to stadium fansrage…
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The stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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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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I am gonna pound you face through that plate glass protective door until everyone who needs help can get in without your judgy face looking at them.
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Julie and I had been dating for almost a year when she slipped her vagina under my door on her way to work.
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Bootsy awoke with a hangover that only brain surgery could cure, a hangover that caused a seam to open in the known universe, leaving Bootsy on one side while all other matter sped away, away.
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You're on the Ferris wheel, and the wind is blowing just a little bit, and the sky is invisible behind a wash of white clouds, and your little yellow box tips when you look down, down to the fairway swinging. In the boxes below grandmothers are shrieking …
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Children, afraid of dogs cried. There was uproar of melee. Children strained at their leashes to get away.
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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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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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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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In the dream Yesler rolled, a broad avenue made of fine yellow dust, from Third down toward Second, and I made my way in the silence and bright morning air. To my left on the corner of Second stood the old Mocambo cafe and lounge, home to drag…
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My small kitchen has barely enough room to turn around in, yet I had the feeling I was being watched. When I experience it again, just seconds later, I realize it was eyes watching, actual eyes, not a camera or machine.
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No one writes epics anymore. Why? Perhaps it's because we no longer share mythologies. Once there was a shepherd, and now there is a Google bus loaded with pricks. Yes, you say, but they are good at math. Each and every one of them. And this is true. I envy them…
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Renee said, "I have actually slept with a number of Captains of Industry and would rate them, overall, deficient in skills."
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Elvis awoke in a cold, dank sweat, hungover from bourbon and bad dreams.
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For the residents of Oak Morrow, entropy is an art form. They break their own windows and crash their cars into their living rooms. Grannies and pets can usually scoot out of the way before they’re crushed under the juggernaut of creativity.
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"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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they got some heat here in the West
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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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