1788 3 3
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Don’t worry about what went aloud. I said nothing.
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1788 7 6
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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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1787 3 2
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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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They come to mind/
like ice flowers/
on the small panes
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1787 2 2
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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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1787 6 6
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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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One must not confuse the meaning / of life with the joy of living
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1787 7 8
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The weatherman can't predict
accumulation. He can only tell you
it will be cold. Expect ice, wind, snow, expect
delays. Your daughters play outside,
dancing around the Evergreen, its branches
bearing the weight of snow, its branches
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1786 4 2
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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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1786 14 13
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Hunters took 925 bears in the 2020 season in Vermont
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1786 1 0
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I'm completely naked in an unheated basement, about 40 first year university students, most of them female, are staring at my ridiculous waif-like body.
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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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1786 1 0
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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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He said stuff like
‘Crikey that's a knife',” she said, “it was bad, really
really bad.”
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It's a good thing too—because Of the way that feeling Made her even more beautiful than usual. You shouldn't doubt such an obvious Feeling. It's a good thing— Because frankly you have Been informed before. When Beauty …
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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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1786 0 0
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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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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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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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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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One must be drenched in words.
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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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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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The White House released only a short-form pedigree certificate, which “breeders” claim bears signs of alteration. “The ‘K’ in the middle of ‘AKC’ is longer than the other letters, like an El Greco on an acid trip.”
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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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1785 2 1
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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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