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She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
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179332
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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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179321
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She saw no sense in waiting. Waiting was a weakness.
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179343
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Viewed correctly, nature is an inexhaustible storehouse of clichés. A successful landscape is their pleasing rearrangement.
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179364
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the first day of preschool/ my mother walked me down the street/ to a tall building that cut/ like a knife made of bricks/ right into the street,/ an american flag/ sticking straight out/ just above the door.
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179320
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At first it was just holding hands and talking about Ricky's condition. Then it was leaning into each other on the sofa, Ben whispering my name into my hair, me wanting to put my hand on his thigh.
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179399
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Your honour stinks of failed fishing trips to Galway.
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179300
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179285
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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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179253
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“Me try anything,” he says, then laughs a little. “You’re fucked.”
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179255
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Where you used to exist, there will only be spaces.
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179265
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In his mind, he could hear Eve’s voice, “We had some good times, didn’t we?”
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179221
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[CAUTION: "DISINTEGRATION OF THE FUNCTIONING PSYCHE," IS, APPARENTLY, A "DEEPLY PERSONAL" EXPERIENCE!"]
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The mulch vendor is a crook but we have no choice, not with the shortage of soil. Have to guard the stuff, put alarm wires around the garden, leave a friend in charge to spot the thieves if you go away overnight. If you…
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Marge didn't eat lamb or pork.
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He doesn’t intend to lie after this. For now, he just wants to take in the sea and the quiet.
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The pear is a bruise. Feels like desperation in the light, it looks soft and blue. She wants to touch it and doesn’t want to. How the blood gathers under the blue and the body grows tender. Swells. Slowly.
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I woke up around 6 pm today. As always, mum would wake me up. I have this special bond with my bed and parting with her during my most vulnerable is anathema to my nature. Thrice mum would pull my feet and thrice I would groan hoping she would go…
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179131
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“Tell me again,” you whisper softly, “about the songbird.”
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179197
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It sometimes happens a student remains a friend long after you both have abandon academe.
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Her mouth was sour; her forehead was still damp with perspiration. She leaned against the bathroom wall and noted her complexion had gone pale. She wanted to slide down the wall and rest until she felt steadier, but…
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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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179011
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Only ever been twelve men on the moon. And one cheese.
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17901712
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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179032
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You are walking through a canyon made of shelving units lined with colorful masterpieces of three-dimensional minimalist design
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179044
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Sitting near her desk, like a dunce cap,
red
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179010
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Either they got married in the church dressed in their mothers’ bridal gowns, gaudy and ancient dresses with off-white lace faded from years of hanging in the attic, or they snuck down to city hall...
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