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Every time we kiss, my hair falls out

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I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that

Solar

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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.

Literally Choose Your Own Adventure

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You enter the lobby of the office building tentatively at first - you're a little nervous about this interview, after all - but you recall how spectacular and professional you dressed that morning. Plus you read through the company's LinkedIn profile at least five times…

for one dedicated to artemis

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artemis is but a mincing fawn:/ no sacred bitches need i in my ranks,/ nor hunting dogs to tear a man apart/ when i have teeth enough to bruise fine flanks.

entwined

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you and i exist outside of the chaos and noise entwined in eternal embrace

Of the smokers I’ve kissed

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The man next to me on the Shinkansen from Tokyo to Kyoto makes me think of the smokers I’ve kissed.

Remember the Maine

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He remembered waking up on those lazy summer days hearing the sad song of mourning doves.

Call Me Naked

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[He] practiced aromatherapy and licentiousness, in no particular order.

You deserve to be choked around your lying throat and this how it happens, slowly.

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Writing as a form of imaginative hatred

A Brief History of The Real

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A little contempuous aside by the critical theorist guy, Frederick Jameson-- that it was logically absurd to call anything that human beings do, produce or effect “unnatural,”-- has brought forth the following. We are…

Assiduity Eleven

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Uzma accepts my invitation for dinner.

O'Arlo's Journal: About Myself

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Every morning if I don't have to go potty....

Old Haunts

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“Why do you write filth?” they howl

Books

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It sometimes happens a student remains a friend long after you both have abandon academe.

Merry-Go-Round

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I thought the Ferris wheel was dumb. All it did was give you a high altitude view of the little Minnesota town where I had grown up.

Submission guidelines

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Somewhere in her the name triggers/ a grainy chain of Cheech & Chong

A Desperate Tweak

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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the tray and keeping it locked in place

Cat Tales - a 55 word story

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My spooky cat got out again. Under the deck she ran. Out came the hose that chased her about. Fur spiked, tail pointing, yowling, she hissed at me, and back in the house she pranced. It's been two days now. She slithers out for food after…

Key West with Poo and Company

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Excerpt from Flamingo …

When it Gets Dark

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The world—the natural world—was terrible and beautiful in wartime. The leaves shuddered off trees. The pockmarked fields. The fallen brick chimneys. The way the birds heaved together in enormous flocks like rescue missions and then just as…

Anise Fish and Colin behind the glass

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“What is the sickness that you have?” Colin behind the glass wondered. “Too much world,” said Anise Fish. “We have that in common.”

The Great San Francisco Poetry Wars, 14

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I only knew that my heart was not in my life as I was presently living it. I needed the breasts of my Helen in my mouth forever, or I was going to die. Die! Ah, the life of a poet! I couldn’t go on living like this. Why should I go on living like this?

When the Time Has Passed to Do Good

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Both his parents saved their pent up Puritan pasts to fill his ears with brimstone clichés. "Idle time is the devil's playground", he would tell me, scrunching up his face, stuffing it full of meat lovers pizza.

Modest Proposal

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It could be fun,/ with the guns, explosives, Molotov/ Cocktails and all,

Stones

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Henry and I had met at the hospital. He'd been forty years my senior, but we'd been in for precisely the same reason: kidney stones.

care & danger

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When Roger was small his two favorite toys were a tiny, squat doll called Care and a rubber millipede.

Florida

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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.

gravelortian part 9

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Unhook the newsfeed

Snatch 9 (there's been a time lapse)

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Blocks context...

Raw Meat

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I took Annie to the zoo, and the tigers got out. The little tigers, that is. Cubs. Two of them. The zoo employees scurried about, peeking into nooks and crannies.