1803 6 6
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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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180396
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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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180384
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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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180311
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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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180277
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18021611
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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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180210
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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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1802108
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Satchmo sings a love song over the sound system. People read books, tap keyboards, drink coffee, eat cake. In Barnes & Noble—more a coffee shop these days than a bookstore—I am thinking about my dad and his stomach cancer.The terror he…
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180242
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A father's soft neglect has repercussions.
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180211
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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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180276
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He leans in close then, close enough that when he speaks, his words tiptoe out and tuck me in.
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180220
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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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180274
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It was impossible
that you wouldn't love me
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180134
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IT's like, 15 words. Do you really need a snippet?
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180162
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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18011513
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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180164
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This year I did not markthe day of your death.I let it slip by in an afternoonfilled with music you'll never hear,words you'll never read,a chorus of voices raised in protestat the unwavering passage of time.I don't need a numberto know that you are gone.Since you went…
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180100
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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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180166
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Now, at last, she finds what she's been searching for. Worms. Like bitty pale larva, like half-moons of air trapped under fingernails. She thinks she sees one twitch; she blinks more furiously and hates herself for it.
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18011811
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We can apprehend beauty only/
by framing it with the photographic/
paper’s edge or the novel’s margins/
and bookends.
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180193
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Where I work people use words like leverage. They do not appear to denote anything.
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180167
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When he took Medieval German Lit in graduate school, Ackermann read Der Ackermann aus Böhmen by Johannes von Tepl. His professor was amused both by his last name and that his grandparents were Germans from Bohemia. Of course, only his grandmother was from Bohemia and…
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180131
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I cannot find my way back to the bubbling navel of the universe because of Spongebob Squarepants.
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180100
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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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1801116
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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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180032
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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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18001413
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Hunters took 925 bears in the 2020 season in Vermont
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18002014
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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180000
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Being awake for the sunrise, that is the good planfor writing poemsand listening to enginesbirdsand bus stop silence.Now, I'm going to smokeout back on my roof porchfrom this atticapartmentin this desert land of big-titted blondesand listen to stadium fansrage…
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180084
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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