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Layover Memories

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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.

Three Micros

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The earth moves.

Not Lao-tzu's Magna Carta, lxiv - lxxii

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words have their own ancestors,/deeds are commanded by their own lords./ knowledge and thought do not make me understand—/no surprise, then, that I am not understood.

Pretending Veracity, History Winks

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Mosaics are a trick of the eye, seeming

In The Kitchen

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drips of blood vegetal

Godfrey part 2: Marjory's bag

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"when I say bag, what I mean to say is…"

Landing

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She’s witnessed her mother’s terror on the day of the hurricane, and she demanded for the first time in her life that her mother do something her mother did not want to do.

All Seeing

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Our Core Values define evil as the concealment of information. And those who conceal information are evil.

Bones of the Amazon, Part I of a Novella

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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

Texas Weather

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I know this: the sky is vast here// and the sun unforgiving/ to any architecture not the best

Nothing to laugh at, at all.

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The house had to be clean - I mean thorough-clean - when he got home from the pit for his tea, or he’d throw his plate at the wall and the gravy would run down onto the carpet. There was always gravy.

Out of Character

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Co-workers have started calling him Jesus, Manson, Foghat, Doobie Brother, hippie, hipster, Grizzly Adams, Dude Lebowski... there’s really no end to it.

OUT

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All I wanted was to love her.

chicken little considers the sky again

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oh, sure i’m still running around like a heads-up/off/prophet/profit/fit trying to cut off my very own de/(con)instruction and all other sordid a•void•able & available/a-Babel towers of post &toastmodern doom/daze

elegy to the death of an empire

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lol romney

blanck (1?)

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① / empty space / not black / not white / not noise / blanck

the swan drives a car

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the swan drives a car ( window down; wing half hanging out ) …

Exchange Student

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Sometimes he could feel so small he believed he could fit through the eye of a needle.

A Brief, Protracted Reflection

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...Loves and fights and retires; / And dies.

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 5

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When the cab dropped Frank at his address at seven that evening, he noticed the lights were on in Michiko’s apartment.

Howie Mandel

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We love the sparkling, speckless, spotless, spic-n-span, sanitary.

A Desperate Tweak

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I have two of those hand exercisers jamming the tray and keeping it locked in place

Predator

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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,

Anniversary Waltz

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He hiked the hills of her condition She biked the path of his delight

Air

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In the gutter, the paper signs turned back to pulp.

Dog

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I’m not the creative type like my friend Bosely, an Irish Setter. I’m a traditionalist. I like to eat exactly at 8:30 a.m. and 6 p.m. I take my bone with me everywhere I go. I will not carry the poop-bag.

We call them the Removal Men

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They came early and parked up, under cover of the night and the giant oak. I only know this because people told me afterwards. Watching us, they were. It was six o'clock before they smashed their way in, scaring the three of us out of our wits. Baby Billy screamed the place…

Birdhouses

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That year, if you asked Al, was truly the best of times, the worst of times.

the cold the day left

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in our teens as tough as the cold/we wore denim and flannel with our boots/kicking at whichever wind blew . . .

The thing is

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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