1843 6 7
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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184399
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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184320
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I paused in case she said more. Then, “He’s very faint but he wants to talk.”
She leaned forward, chin almost resting on the grey-haired woman in front of her. “Tell him to shout.”
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184300
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O’Toole signaled again with two fingers. The night was young. Suddenly I had to go home to my lovely Penny. All I knew was I didn’t want to end up drinking at a hole like this with my head down on the bar.
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184320
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I am a shadow. Cooler than liquid. I don't need a container to take shape.
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184300
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Tough boys with loose pants come out at this hour; their long chains swing from low pockets, their virile scent bites like steel in the cold night.
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18421312
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screw everything, youth is plinko
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184271
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She doesn’t answer. Ten minutes slide by unmolested in the anesthesia of cheap wine and resignation, the bouncers blurring and unblurring, the room dimming, quieting, the kaleidoscope of sundown giving way to the gentle sadness of candlelight.
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1842119
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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/
by the shrinking language of the day,//
my words abandon me.
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184250
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When I got word from Mary Jo, she warned me that Mitchell Parkman was out looking for me with a butcher knife. I knew immediately what I had to do. I packed up my things and sold the Pepsi van and moved up to a room on Regent Street in Berkeley, all the w
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184253
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My sweet baby angel has baby hair Baby angel has a golden cross lit looking at the crystal pig and kind mare The drowning unicorn comes from the waves in fits. My sweet baby angel has baby talkBaby angel has a diamond shape scarburied heart shaped…
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184288
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Before the saw came my fist through the wall. Now I kneel on the crumbled drywall in my son's closet holding a flashlight, peering into the hole at the plumbing parts I'm supposed to replace. On the other side of the wall the bathtub faucet drips. It is my second…
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184244
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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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184232
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We fold it end over end, meeting in the middle where she takes it, and I let go...
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184184
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Your voice so soft / I wish it was touch.
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184100
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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18411611
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I don't know how long I was down on the curb. When I came around it took several minutes to realize that it wasn't the moon overhead at all but a street light and the sticky feeling stuff I was lying in was, yeah, my blood. And the hand on my shoulder wasn't hers. I…
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1841159
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She called it phantom energy. She said it was costing us money every month. A few cents here and there, sure, but it all added up.
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184121
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A sturdy and goatish original by know-nothing punks from the sticks. Who cares if we were puny and smelled like fresh milk? For a few years we played and rocked, even turned the Appalachian soundscape a little brown at the edges. At least at first. Mainly
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1841188
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184153
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Her time was spent in its usual way, breakfast, pills, organizing and cleaning. It was just hours behind today; hence the late swim. She was proud she did it, that she went outside. She swam, moved herself in the pool, chilly as it was. The pump made a wa
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1841112
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Although radiation and chemo rendered him a wraith...
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184120
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‘Just get out of bed,’ I reply. ‘It looks like the fairies have been at your head. You should turn your clothes inside out. Put out a biscuit. Ring a bell. Buy a rooster; or a recording of it crowing. It will keep the sprites at bay.
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184121
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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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18411212
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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184186
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Get something cheap and light at Target. Trash hell out of it. Encourage baby to urp up in it.
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1841129
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I had a crappy room on the fourth floor of a crappy hotel.
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184022
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“Let’s see that great big telescope of yours,” she exhaled hotly, “I want to grind your lenses!” The doctoral candidate dutifully stood between her and his massive telescope so her hands would encounter some instrumentation with no optical components.
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184000
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And there sat one man. Searching for words and solace. The silence returned and the colors peeled off from the walls. Darkness returned with fledgling light. He threw back his head and filled the emptiness with his laugh. He laughed in mirth and in misery
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184074
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...something in her raw vulnerability and daring beauty drove these men wild...
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