1819 10 9
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181998
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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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181966
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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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181910
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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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181997
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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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181900
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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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181834
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IT's like, 15 words. Do you really need a snippet?
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18181611
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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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1818127
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as i sink down into the
shadows crawling like a worm
past cold bricks
centuries old in my blood
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181810
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Leda looks back over her shoulder at us as the swan
grips her from behind while at the same time nipping at
the nape of her neck. She's a freckled child and
a little frightened. There's a dark smudge beneath her eye
where the shadow runs. The swan
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181831
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behind the curtainof a ballsy fragilitythere lives an easethat was not easythere exists a gracethat is not always gracefulbeauty can maskcheekbones that sometimes look sadwhen they are smilingeven grin determinationneeds downtimethe prize is still thereeven if the eyes…
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181800
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Walking home, carrying his guitar case, Jed felt the sums of his life adding up to dangerously high numbers, the deadly inertia of vaguely comfortable apathy swallowing his time. His moment would soon be fading. Because, like many young men before him, Jed…
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181800
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I went out behind Parker's house and saw Darrell's tent set up in the grass. The flaps of the pup tent were open. I could see him through the mosquito netting. He had a Coleman lamp burning and lay on his back in his underwear on top of his sleeping bag.
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1818107
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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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181811
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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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181820
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I am a shadow. Cooler than liquid. I don't need a container to take shape.
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181732
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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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181732
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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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181732
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He lit another reed - a new score orchestrating in his head - his thoughts swirling around the older man; there was something else going on here…
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1817188
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181731
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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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1817117
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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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181700
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1817116
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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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181763
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Suds, like gossamer bandages at her wrists, concealed the turbulence below but could not relieve it.
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181600
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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18162014
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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18161311
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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181611
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Only ever been twelve men on the moon. And one cheese.
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181600
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Well, it was on a Monday and you know how bad Mondays are to begin with. I had been up real late the night before playin’ poker and drinkin’. I was thinking that after a couple of hours the hangover would wear off and I’d be okay, but instead I s
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