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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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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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181700
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Dr. van Roos reminded the group that trauma is trauma...
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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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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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Five o’clock, and Madame choosing her evening legs. Elizabeth assisting. Elizabeth will continue to assist until midnight, despite the chaos, at which point the authorities will tell her such assistance is no longer necessary.
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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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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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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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Often I eat lunch at the hospital. The cafeteria may be the best place to eat in town.
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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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IT's like, 15 words. Do you really need a snippet?
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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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as i sink down into the
shadows crawling like a worm
past cold bricks
centuries old in my blood
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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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God's honest truth, I wake up every morning when my clock punches out its dulcet, insistent clangs, a setting called Ultra Zen Up & Out. I brush my teeth with a blue dollar store toothbrush and watch one of the five morning TV shows designed to let me know the weather…
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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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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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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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“He's the one who took five tries to find your vein during your last blood draw, right?” This question spilled from the row of twenty EKG machines that now made up the hospital building's larynx
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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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A married woman requests a butterfly tattoo that won't please her husband from an old tattoo artist.
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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She was now sitting in her bathtub. The warmth of the water made her pale, rich vanilla skin flushed with the fullness of circulation as her pores continued to allow the passage of her toxins from her system.
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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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