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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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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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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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Ripper the dog died after eating a Quarter which had lodged in Ripper's throat choking her to death. Steve Latino buried her in the backyard the next morning. He felt nothing…
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They'd taken so much: ivory, rubber, copper, gold. Wealth for the grabbing. No remorse.
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The day you came to the wedding the sky was so, so brightly July./ I saw my face where I left it the last time . . . .
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We liked the orderly Newtonian/
with its fundamentalist action/
and reaction, its rules
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I am a shadow. Cooler than liquid. I don't need a container to take shape.
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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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screw everything, youth is plinko
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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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In my upper room, a sermon/
was playing about sundry.
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Neglected long enough, uncalled for/
by the shrinking language of the day,//
my words abandon me.
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And besides, since winter is coming, the dying clammy ground cherry makes a good Pilgrim hat for the fieldmouse. We found one the day after you left, at moonset, in the garage, building a nest with toilet paper in the air filter of the car.
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‘Do I still ‘respect’ you? Ha! - there’s a sweet old-fashioned phrase! I don’t know, maybe not so much ...
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A powerful song is often a result of imaginative storytelling through a unique “voice” and pitch-perfect musicality.
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Why won’t my parakeet eat my diarrhea?
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“Hey honey. How are you?” The man sat down in the office chair, his cell phone pressed against his ear. Light peeked beneath the closed door from the main area of…
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I’ve done my part of the job in conservative clothing. Lonnie’s done her part looking like Dolly Parton.
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Four nights out of sevenI will lay with youFour nights out of sevenIt's the best I can do In the day, we will bake our breadAt night, ha, we will break our bed!Four nights out of seven, I will be with you
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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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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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I had a crappy room on the fourth floor of a crappy hotel.
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Your voice so soft / I wish it was touch.
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IT's like, 15 words. Do you really need a snippet?
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After Jonesy entered the bear habitat, he walked up to the biggest bear in the group and punched it square in the nose. The bear was visibly startled. I mean, bears don’t get punched that often. And there’s a reason: bears are ferocious animals.
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There are three ways I can love you, not even half of one more.
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She burst
Into the glass shop
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When the black cloth falls on you all food tastes like airline food. Every song sounds like Barry Manilow. Every poem sounds like Rod McKuen. It’s all just noise to you now.
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we're only playing with this language you and I
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