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Hurried, hassling suit in front of me is being awful to the barista. So she refuses to serve him, turning away.
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178362
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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Hunters took 925 bears in the 2020 season in Vermont
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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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1783158
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Mostly, though, reiteration of the old/
in an idiosyncrasy that strives/
to become fresh and fails
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178395
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A little contempuous aside by the critical theorist guy, Frederick Jameson-- that it was logically absurd to call anything that human beings do, produce or effect “unnatural,”-- has brought forth the following. We are…
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178300
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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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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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178396
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Every time she tries to sleep they come; legions of small armored things scuttle claws aloft across the purple sand as soon as she stops moving.
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178311
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“Man, that Fats just nothin’ but a powerhouse, nothin’ but ‘Jesus Rolled Away the Stone’ and them Cats his apostles.” La KeeSha replied, “Ya’ll a real Blues Daddy now.”
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178232
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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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178200
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Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. It was an unexpected meeting, but one that was sure to bring a lot of change for both. They met at a work event. Some friends wanted to put together a company and they had both been invited to be part of the project. Boy smiled. Girl remained…
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1782117
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He said stuff like
‘Crikey that's a knife',” she said, “it was bad, really
really bad.”
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178266
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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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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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It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
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178100
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Dr. van Roos reminded the group that trauma is trauma...
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178186
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Your faded presence in sepia dream returns, firelight whispers and vanilla scented ash. We were a beautiful knot: sinew and hemp, burlap and magnolia petal, concrete and vapor. Gray kisses hovered overhead, misty…
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178150
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In a little dirt church at the end of the world stands the ikon of an unrecognized saint.
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They come to mind/
like ice flowers/
on the small panes
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17811513
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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178122
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"Honey," I called out to my wife. "Why do we have Spam in the closet?"
"You mean unsolicited bulk messages sent electronically?"
"No--the canned, precooked meat product made by the Hormel Corporation."
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178142
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Renee said, "I have actually slept with a number of Captains of Industry and would rate them, overall, deficient in skills."
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178077
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178042
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I think for a second that I should have called my husband out to witness this thing, but I am instantly made aware of why I have not.
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17801813
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One must be drenched in words.
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1780117
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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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178000
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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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