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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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1784116
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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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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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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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178320
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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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Dr. van Roos reminded the group that trauma is trauma...
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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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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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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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178274
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It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
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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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17812216
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They come to mind/
like ice flowers/
on the small panes
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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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1781123
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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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178000
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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17801813
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One must be drenched in words.
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178043
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Still no rain. Eight months, says Hollister. More like nine, says James Earl. We stand in Hollister’s high meadow, what’s left of it.
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