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Entering that darkroom is like slipping through the barrel of a rifle.
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1758168
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Their specialty is the roasted Australian hare, long ears intact, arranged on a bed of sassafras.
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175852
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We lay in what we have made, minute fleshy bullets in the target we have made.
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175810
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Leda looks back over her shoulder at us as the swan
grips her from behind while at the same time nipping at
the nape of her neck. She's a freckled child and
a little frightened. There's a dark smudge beneath her eye
where the shadow runs. The swan
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175800
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The museum’s catalog description changed much less than the painting over those years. He wasn’t curator-in-chief of catalog descriptions, however, that task went to a curator arriving by another door.
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175871
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I’m in high leather boots; I’m talking many dead cows here and I respect that
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175800
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Not long ago, Owen the Second showed her a skull. He kept it in a brown cardboard box in the top of the closet. "My first wife," he said, and sneered, his lip bunching up around a scar just under his nose.
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1758184
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Why is the sky grey he asked meI don't know, I saysudden flashes of light snowbloat the cloudssea gulls are squawkingexpect them to peck at my headI have nothing to feed them
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175863
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My fingers are shining
in the underwater afterlife of memory
searching for the nipple-sized mollusks
searching for the solid nature of things
left over from having lived a life
at all
That new rain smell, specifically
I remember that,
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1758105
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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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175831
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175853
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"...you are a freak of nature..."
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175755
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Is it you with that fucking gold and platinum yacht?!?
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175733
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Her whole life was lived between high tide and low tide, moments of giggling grandeur and moments of sheer emptiness.
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175785
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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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175796
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A horizon shrinks a burden until it’s a seagull getting fat off vinegar fries. I’m in love with the way your mouth moves when you aren’t talking. When it fills with salt.
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175721
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Sweet Tooth needed a little snack, so he ambled on down the hall to the kitchen. He figured to make one of his patented peanut butter, potato chip, tangerine, raisin, and banana sandwiches because those things just always hit the spot. Unfortunately, when he tugged the…
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175722
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I built the fence myself, strong and high and aesthetically pleasing. It was high enough to provide privacy on both sides, but from my bedroom balcony I could see everything. More than I wanted to see.
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1757169
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If love could only by heat be bound
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175753
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The Black Thing spread over the room, eating away his mother's face as well as the doctors and nurses who dashed in a frenzy around him until they too were swallowed in the black singing cloud.
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17571516
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He didn't hide it. He told her he was a mortician when he called. He had responded to her ad in the Lonely Hearts section of the newspaper.
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175744
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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.
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175775
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The man and the lady loved to laugh. She would tuck her hair back and lay her head on his stomach after dinner while watching old scary movies on Thursday nights. She would listen to his stomach digest the food and laugh then, he would laugh and…
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17571414
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A wrinkled man lie atop an ivory-clad mattress, matched sheets covered his body, matched hair covered his head.
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175720
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As it turns out, hypertravel is surprisingly slimming.
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175780
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The serious writer looks back on a long and distinguished career as an herbologist.
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175721
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The car has been parked there for slightly more than a day now, and nothing has occurred—there’s nothing “unusual,” nothing “amiss.” Except that it’s there, still, as he follows his boys to school.
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175798
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All were part of the household of Court Astronomer Tycho Brahe (1546-1601)
who lost his nose in a duel as a student
and went through life thereafter wearing a gold prosthetic one instead
and who met and fell in love with a commoner who bore him eigh
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17562010
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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175632
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“You know who Neil Peart looks like?” Gram said, ignoring Aaron's outburst.
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