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You lose her. In the vortex of guttered water, her tangled hair entwines. Tornado-like. Her body spinning boisterously at its core. Her name: Izra—the wooden doll with black pebbled eyes. …
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17081712
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love weaves a perforated web
between the spikes
of longing
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1708188
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170896
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Some nights you really feel it.
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170883
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At the third or fourth discotheque I drink so much I accidentally find myself happy.
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170875
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Independence Day was a Thursday. Frank had been invited to join some Yale Art School classmates in Vermont for a three-day bacchanalia.
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170820
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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1708107
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Look at her. She doesn't want to be here. The kiss and “wouldn't miss it for the world” was as empty as her crossed arms, crossed legs, and jittery foot were loaded. She attacked the foam of her latte with a tiny red straw. I wanted to scream. Complain about the…
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170800
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And the ocean was black and green and blue—as your dress that clung to your body’s curve. Round as the bend of the water trailing the false line of the shore.
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170887
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the steady, persistent work of beauty
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170765
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There is an empty space,
between every note in rock 'n' roll,
where they have buried John Bonham,
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170743
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"Hey, man. All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut."
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170765
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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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170700
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And there sat one man. Searching for words and solace. The silence returned and the colors peeled off from the walls. Darkness returned with fledgling light. He threw back his head and filled the emptiness with his laugh. He laughed in mirth and in misery
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170798
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Bert also said that somebody else at the meeting was complaining about his high blood pressure, and Bert repeated what Hank had said, that he was glad to have any blood pressure at all.
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17071811
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It could be fun,/
with the guns, explosives, Molotov/
Cocktails and all,
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170711
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Trollo Martinez was wearing a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses and an old LA Community College T-Shirt. He needed to find some water so he could down the 5milligram tab of Ritalin in the palm of his hand.
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170700
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We dig up conscience-tunnels, pluck the play-flower of present choice for fun, run aground, past this dimly lit, though not to be underestimated, stage, and open door upon empty door, to nothing, for the lights are a pulse flickering in the perceptual per
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170766
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Now, at last, she finds what she's been searching for. Worms. Like bitty pale larva, like half-moons of air trapped under fingernails. She thinks she sees one twitch; she blinks more furiously and hates herself for it.
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170723
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Mr Robertson chuckled gently as he caught the aroma of freshly cooked cinnamon doughnuts and watched the oil leave its fingerprints.
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1707126
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The ghosts run before/
attacking horsemen. A heart/
is ruptured by a spear.
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1707105
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As a boy I fished under the Tappan Zee bridge which spans the Hudson River above New York City.
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170600
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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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170699
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Requires one of those leaps.
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170620
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There's this sepia-toned photograph, which my mother gave me, of my brother and me when we were still both youngsters. In the picture my brother's dressed in a skimpy checked suit whose sleeves were already too short for him — on its way to becoming my
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170685
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When the malady struck and the world fell dark at noon, she and I groped the walls and found our front door. Outside, bewildered, we heard the whine of jets in free-fall, explosions in the imagined distance. And we heard a car — or was it a truck that veered…
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1706158
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Mostly, though, reiteration of the old/
in an idiosyncrasy that strives/
to become fresh and fails
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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....
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170685
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Twice burned, it buries its graves.
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