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In May of 1982, my daughter and I planned a trip…
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This is the parallel room I keep my heart in. Got a solo fireplace. I don't want to invite anything else into the story. It doesn't matter if no one knocks on the door ever again. I'm too shy to hope for much more than a couple of Interesting shadows…
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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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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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All creatures know death at their very core, a tacit default--
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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 stunned son knelt to understand then fell, his heart shredded by the hollow point.
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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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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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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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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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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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Can I still be in your pictures?
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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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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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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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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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Normally I would have never drank such a wine, but it was late on a Friday evening and the bottle was on the house...
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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 can’t start living in The Netherlands just like that; you need to be registered first. Once an official has confirmed you’re the person you claim to be, you can start in a job. Once an employer has confirmed you’re employed, you can apply for yo
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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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"He turns in his bed, and reaches for a body,
like the blind to braille."
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We got Bob Dylan on the wall
wriggling from the lack of music
and light among the spheres
A great doubt has been raised
and can be seen from far, far away
for they are even afraid now in heaven
that things can’t be going right
and to
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they got some heat here in the West
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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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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