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Suds, like gossamer bandages at her wrists, concealed the turbulence below but could not relieve it.
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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The bearded old man, raised his weary body from the bedroll he had slept on last night and slowly stood up. Bones creaked as he worked the stiffness out of his joints, the pain and memory of endless days and nights riding the…
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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Our ink was disappearing. All of it.
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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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Well, it was on a Monday and you know how bad Mondays are to begin with. I had been up real late the night before playin’ poker and drinkin’. I was thinking that after a couple of hours the hangover would wear off and I’d be okay, but instead I s
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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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Viewed correctly, nature is an inexhaustible storehouse of clichés. A successful landscape is their pleasing rearrangement.
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God's honest truth, I wake up every morning when my clock punches out its dulcet, insistent clangs, a setting called Ultra Zen Up & Out. I brush my teeth with a blue dollar store toothbrush and watch one of the five morning TV shows designed to let me know the weather…
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We fold it end over end, meeting in the middle where she takes it, and I let go...
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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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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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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
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There are three ways I can love you, not even half of one more.
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Jesus was a cancer survivor and possibly a super nova.He ran with the Wolves of night time, with the women of the paleolithic era and hunted for meat when the blood didn't drip to their feet and create veritable red shoes like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.I am no longer in…
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With the morning comes the repetition...
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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she lifted and threw her legs out the open
side front window of the speeding auto
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It sometimes happens a student remains a friend long after you both have abandon academe.
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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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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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