1698 10 6
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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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1697 3 3
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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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1697 20 10
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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1697 0 0
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When you have lived with pain so long, you grow old and the old man inside of you takes over. That’s just the way it is.
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1697 8 8
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I scratch a red welt onto the inside of my white knee. The knee itches like crazy. Pain too, down to my bones. The Congo calls.
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1697 14 10
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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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1697 12 7
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The fish would need a name, but she didn’t know how to tell if it was a boy or a girl. Did fish have penises?
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1697 5 5
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What does she have / that I don’t have / that I can’t buy / for myself?
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1697 13 6
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I travel over your body with small feet,
reach your heart.
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1697 1 1
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so I tighten hands with my castaway and say/you failed to impress in your folded peacock dress
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1697 10 6
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Blending in at a rock concert in ballet flats was harder than I thought it would be. The heavy eye makeup and lit cigarette I never brought to my lips put me somewhere between “Trying Too Hard” and “Bless Her Heart.”
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hoping for a happy outcome/
like a kindly voice on the line
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1697 11 7
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On his knees
he divinates diverging lines
with belly laughs he levitates
the rebel spheres into geodes .
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1697 6 7
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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1697 6 5
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1697 1 0
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It's difficult to remember, much less write down, the hard times you thought were unforgettable when you have a full stomach. It's hard to remember that dirty little room you rented in that house, from a Bosnian landlord, on 27th avenue and Missouri. The…
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1697 11 4
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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…
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1697 1 0
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Sophie hoped that Ryan would just stay in the bathroom and never come out. Her stomach turned just thinking about him, but wealthy nerds were easier to work than wealthy regular guys. No self-esteem, no experience with women…no problem.
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1696 3 0
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“Listen, Mother – you’re my ticket out of this burg and I’m not about to cash it in!”
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1696 0 0
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He took off his sombrero and playfully placed it on my head. “And really, don’t be upset. You’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with loving your cat.”
He was right, there is nothing wrong with loving your cat. But there is something wrong with owning a di
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1696 14 15
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The place is buzzing with little women, all clad in black smocks.
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1696 3 2
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All I wanted was to love her.
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1696 2 3
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BABY MOUSE She and the baby squeeze into the neon blue star-studded rocket ship in front of K-Mart, a tight fit because the baby's still inside her and the ship is made for under ten year olds and the steering wheel dents her stomach and the baby backs up and…
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1696 7 6
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Uh oh, the dry cleaning ticket
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1696 10 2
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I won’t be eating much anyway if someone doesn’t start reading me. I’ve got to get a hook so people will be drawn to my work. I’ve got a few concepts I’d like to share with you. See what you think.
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1696 0 0
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Lulu Petite was sitting in a lounge chair by the side of the pool when she heard the man splash into the water, almost unnoticed by the guests milling around the backyard of the palatial estate. Everybody, seemingly, was involved in a balancing act of one
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1695 16 8
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Her clothing style varies from grunge to glamor and . . . she always looks good.
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1695 3 2
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I have committed to nothing. Therefore I have committed to something. The first sentence is now moot, and this story will eat itself.
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1695 4 1
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Each drip off the corrugated plastic sheeting made a tinny sound that he could hear from deep within the damp sleeping bag and layers of blankets where he was trying to sleep.
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1695 6 4
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...the knives she laid out on the porch before her husband left her, washed and dried, set neatly by copper pennies.
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