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When we were young and small we played in the orchard. Mom made apple pies and fried apples, caramel apples and apple sauce, apple cider. Grandma’s apple butter recipe.
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I read my book of names. Over and over again. Our name appeared in the newspaper 254,991 times between 1896 and 1944.
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That's demeaning enough, but not as hard to take as the customers. They're all jaded hipsters, thumb diddling smartphone freaks, pretending their online interactions actually count as relationships and that “tweets” are real conversations. It's sad, reall
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A blonde girl, her youth evident beneath a cosmetic mask of bruised eye shadow and plum lipstick, claims the seat beside me on a train. A radiant six month-old gazes out from her hip, awe-struck at life, as my own son must have been at that age. I never e
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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 border crossing at El Paso will soon be arriving. I'm apprehensive about Mexico, all the violence.
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If he had not just decapitated a chicken, he was a man I could have loved.
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...ghosts still resentful, ghosts far from home...
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This may be too religious for you, as at first it was so with me. But I assure you, on my scholarly integrity, I have found the Genesis Serpent’s skin! Yes, that Genesis Serpent--though just a leftover piece of him,
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At night, I wake up, and Daddy's in the bathroom with a hanger in his mouth....
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And out on that lake that day you yelled “desperation please!”
And I heard “desperate pleas?”
I wondered about first impressions.
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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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Hey, how are you? she squeaked.
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Identification both ways was BooBoo, case sensitive.
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The only silver lining? The man in my life and I are in this together.
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The separation—the plan—had been a long time coming. After years of fighting and therapy and apologizing and, finally, silence, their marriage was about to die of exhaustion.
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Sometime in the late 60s when I was thirteen I had this paper route for the San Mateo Times.
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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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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.
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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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On his knees
he divinates diverging lines
with belly laughs he levitates
the rebel spheres into geodes .
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I visited the grave of Rimbaud. / It was pale blue
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I walked to work back then...
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At the third or fourth discotheque I drink so much I accidentally find myself happy.
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