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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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Throw them up there but try to make it look tidy. Try to become a little bit paranoid, just enough that you slightly overestimate how much they think of you at all.
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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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I think I’ll get a tattoo. Not just any tattoo, one I’ll regret. I’ll catch people peering at it, trying to interpret the twists and swirls of the black ink on my fair skin.
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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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So begins your new career in the car service business. In some ways you enjoy it, too. Sitting alone in the cab each day, totally your own boss; you get a surge of excitement inside thinking about the money you'll make in a way that requires so little work. Clearing two…
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I'll never be a Republican Megadonor or a Doomed Aviatrix. But I'm okay with that.
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My father was dating already. Her name was Shelly. She had a man-like body, buck teeth and red hair, a big forehead. I don't know what bog she climbed out of. She wanted to fill in for my mother, but I locked her out of my room. I just wanted to be sad and hold…
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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She burst
Into the glass shop
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She thought of an animal checking a scent before mating, and imagined that he said to himself, “All I need is for this woman to be hitting on me.”
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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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and the smiles light the way
when the wind blows the darkness
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I'm a lot wiser now but so what?
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At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
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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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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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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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But Von Rotten was up in Penny’s room right this minute, either banging her or haranguing her, or worse, both. I envisioned him with her, and my guts began twisting and turning, and my insides fell into my shoes. What had I done? She was being held capt
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I sat on the corner of her desk ... Angela Merkel can be a sweetie when she wants to be.
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Dr. van Roos reminded the group that trauma is trauma...
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What she didn't tell me was that her brother Carl got fried during an electrical storm.
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There’s a hole in my sock, just large enough that my big toe keeps slipping out.
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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It's because poetry would not do
because the fireflies were alive that night, aflame
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Sharpie marked, Free Still Works
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. . . did you notice yesterday afternoon how for an entire quarter hour five o’clock itself looked for a few minutes as if it would never arrive?
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artemis is but a mincing fawn:/ no sacred bitches need i in my ranks,/ nor hunting dogs to tear a man apart/ when i have teeth enough to bruise fine flanks.
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