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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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But no matter how we died, we all end up here, in the Meadowlark Children's Cemetery.
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In a little dirt church at the end of the world stands the ikon of an unrecognized saint.
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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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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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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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as i sink down into the
shadows crawling like a worm
past cold bricks
centuries old in my blood
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The coffin-sized pit in his basement wasn’t freshly dug.
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He reveled in the chase, giddy when just out of arm’s reach. When to catch him, that was the question.
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“Me try anything,” he says, then laughs a little. “You’re fucked.”
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There is a feeling in my hands,
fingers,
a restive, potential energy,
drawing inward, reaching
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“He's the one who took five tries to find your vein during your last blood draw, right?” This question spilled from the row of twenty EKG machines that now made up the hospital building's larynx
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We can apprehend beauty only/
by framing it with the photographic/
paper’s edge or the novel’s margins/
and bookends.
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the steady, persistent work of beauty
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My music teacher, Luigi Biagi, told me that he was done with me. He said it was time I moved on to more specialized teachers. Since my passion was composing and arranging, he recommended Al Fine.
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Walking to Colorado? He doesn't have that kind of time.
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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.
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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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Karen likes to make a big deal about life experience. Specifically how much more she has than me. What that actually means, she's never made clear. The definition changes and mutates as the years go by, always in her…
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We got our holes in our hearts bundled onto soft wrapping cloth just like the gentleman on TV said; with smiles we set out towards our matching end of the same old stories. That's just the way…
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I took my first shower away from home as if it were a ritual cleansing. It felt especially good, even exciting to be taking a shower in the bathroom of another woman. Why was that? Maybe because it didn't have marble around the bathtub, and it wasn't e
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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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We lived across, the street, across North Govenor, from a pretty art student whose stripper name was Jan the Blonde Bombshell.
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A lifeboat came by in the night,
And I finally saw we were sinking.
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When Roger was small his two favorite toys were a tiny, squat doll called Care and a rubber millipede.
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He spends his Sunday morning spraying WD-40 through the straw-like stream attachment at the expansive paper nest of beige and ivory striped wasps.
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