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If he had not just decapitated a chicken, he was a man I could have loved.
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177900
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Mayra heard the bell ring and opened the door to her small home in downtown Havana. Mayra was in her 50's and had the beautiful dark olive skin of most Cuban people who have a mix of Caucasian and Negro in their blood.
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177975
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A performance is a series of situations. Each situation defines the characters that are in it.
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177991
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The television volume softens in the shadows.
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1779105
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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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1779106
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Rarely is Quay Street so clean,
Monday in rain,
Neactain’s ticking over with
Slow jazz and crosswords,
Stout and steaming anoraks.
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177854
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It turns out I know a thing or two about momentum. I know, I know. Like the crescendo of your bicycle wheels. Like the force the florist put on the stems the day Linda died. The way my fingers spin between planetary mass. This is how I know I’m not real
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1778105
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Brazilian girls yammer
with their book bags
up against my leg.
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177896
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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177887
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Tender veterinarian, even if you weren't so tall, or your eyes so warm, or your fingers so long, or if you didn't bend over my sick cat with such astounding grace, or shoot those quick, intense glances at me, I'd have woven dreams while in your uncommon presence. Vulnerable…
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It was not that he was boring – it’s just that he needed a lot of encouragement. When he came, he whispered to himself, ‘ohgodohgodohgod’ - like it was something to be ashamed of, to be sorry for. I wanted to hold him close against me but I also n
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177812
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“Why do you write filth?” they howl
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17781816
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March 16, 2006 My mail, e-mail, and phone calls go from the ridiculous to the sublime. Apologies for the cliché, but I can't resist its perfect applicability: In my mailbox today yet another catalogue of boob jobs in bikinis and an invitation to explore…
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177877
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They stand together in the doorway looking at the crib.
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1778125
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Can’t you do anything right?
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“He looks funny again,” the twins would say. “Cow looks funny, Mummy.”
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177700
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The money stank on the table. Money is dirty she said, one of the dirtiest things. So many people touch it. This pile of brine would not explain its reek, only demanded that we accepted its stench as requisite. It had to have been the cash that stank, prior to its arrival…
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17771310
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Uncounted hens and piglets/
die at my demand. The killing floor//
runs red for me. I am/
monstrous to creatures small and great,
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177711
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...the loving and very painful hurt of our daily sustenance
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177780
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That dog again; enduring love.
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177732
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Scientists have determined that a tiny freshwater organism known as the "bdelloid rotifer" gave up sex 40 million years ago. And you thought the spark had gone out of your marriage.
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177700
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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…
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177796
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One frozen hand protruded from the snow.
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177600
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Dreams will show you a life that might or might not be yours, but you better believe that they've got to serve when you're asked to come up with a story."--Frank Baron, the night he made bail and left town1. First Blood in Dreams Long Ago The…
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177689
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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.
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177699
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Requires one of those leaps.
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17761410
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One by one our friends are kicking the bucket. Let's get together. It's now or never, we figure.
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177685
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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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177676
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I’m supposed to be writing poems but it’s Saturday morning and I’m watching cartoons.
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