1816 7 7
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181600
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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18162014
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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18161311
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It’s been a series of bad clams
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181600
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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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18162013
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181600
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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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1816106
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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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181655
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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181632
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I’ll tell you what’s wrong
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181642
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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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181674
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18161110
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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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181632
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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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181676
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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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181532
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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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181522
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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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181562
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We’re on our way out, my brother and me, to the graveyard.
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181599
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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
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181520
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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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181500
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There are three ways I can love you, not even half of one more.
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1815136
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With the morning comes the repetition...
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181543
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Viewed correctly, nature is an inexhaustible storehouse of clichés. A successful landscape is their pleasing rearrangement.
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1815129
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now the days are empty
and time has lost its head
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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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181584
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"This tastes like goat cheese," I said.
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181465
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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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181422
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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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1814137
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His note said: “I’m sick of low attendance.”
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181497
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It sometimes happens a student remains a friend long after you both have abandon academe.
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