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After Jonesy entered the bear habitat, he walked up to the biggest bear in the group and punched it square in the nose. The bear was visibly startled. I mean, bears don’t get punched that often. And there’s a reason: bears are ferocious animals.
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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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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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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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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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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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But the boy next door is worse than a dweeb; he's a prima donna and a bully and a little shit to boot. The divorce will only make him more.
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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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John was sitting at his computer one night after work, when he read an article linked to him by a friend.
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He was drinking heavily again and complaining that there was nothing fresh worth writing about.
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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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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With the morning comes the repetition...
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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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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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"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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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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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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Would a chickenshit leave her like I did yesterday?
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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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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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I had a meeting with the editor of a well-known magazine. She said, “I think your paradigm got stuck up your monomyth.” “Oh dear. Is that bad?” “Bad? You want to be a writer, don't you?” “Well, I did. I'm not so sure now.…
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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It was just lying there by the side of the road next to a mailbox, pockets turned out, weeds kinda rolled flat around it. I counted three nickels, a dime, and a cigar butt too. I could sure use the change for gum, but I didn't want to get near it. It looked dead,…
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I cannot begin to list all the ways this conversation can go downhill from here, so I hang up the phone quietly.
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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