1778 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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17771510
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that guy/ MOSTLY understood / endings
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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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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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177722
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1777126
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I looked around in my pantry but there were no sentences I felt like cooking.
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177776
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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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1777156
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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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177766
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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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177712
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“Why do you write filth?” they howl
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1777105
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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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177630
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“He looks funny again,” the twins would say. “Cow looks funny, Mummy.”
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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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1776105
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Brazilian girls yammer
with their book bags
up against my leg.
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177699
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Requires one of those leaps.
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177620
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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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177644
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The only silver lining? The man in my life and I are in this together.
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17761816
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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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177696
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One frozen hand protruded from the snow.
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177600
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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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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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177633
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177554
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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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177589
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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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177596
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I have always admired flat-chested women.
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17751810
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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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17751410
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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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177532
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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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177585
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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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