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She hadn’t died. She wasn’t a ghost. She wasn’t even invisible. She just wasn’t see-able.
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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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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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They stand together in the doorway looking at the crib.
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A performance is a series of situations. Each situation defines the characters that are in it.
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Sit back n enjoy the show in a puffy puffed-up chair
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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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“He looks funny again,” the twins would say. “Cow looks funny, Mummy.”
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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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Brazilian girls yammer
with their book bags
up against my leg.
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I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
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The only silver lining? The man in my life and I are in this together.
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Enough, Trump.We've had it my dear, with your pink ties, your hairs, your swagger, towers, your plenty of monies,your tempers, your honeys. I don't speak for all, not at all, but for many who never did like your style or bile, your tenacious temerity,…
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“Why do you write filth?” they howl
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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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One frozen hand protruded from the snow.
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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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I’m supposed to be writing poems but it’s Saturday morning and I’m watching cartoons.
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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Requires one of those leaps.
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It’s Sunday- no need to shave-/
but shave, I do. A little act//
of discipline in the discipline/
of routine.
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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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Enid closes her bedroom door when she changes her clothes but leaves it ajar when she's doing her face; is she hoping some small talk might reach her dainty ears?
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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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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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"Did I have a dream, or did the dream have me?" - Rush, "Nocturne"
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Back in the Dark Ages, the Mongols invented the first hamburger pattie. They put slabs of beef under their horses' saddles and after a few miles of rough riding -- voila! a flattened piece of cow meat. They then proceeded t
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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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