1652 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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165241
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The way she once felt for another, naked mornings in her bed, and Young Frankenstein. Sed-a-give.
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16511810
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I’ve blown out my shag haircut
and it’s big.
BIG-big.
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165145
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The summer when I was six and my sister Audrey was eight, she'd walk around our house pretending to be in a trance, fingers strategically hovering over my mother's vases and lamps, leaving smudges behind on my father's heavy oak desk and rocking chair. She'd lumber past my…
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165131
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He wiped it with a damp cloth. He set it in a glazed clay pot next to the sofa and admired its scrawny handsomeness.
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165186
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165132
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“Emerald Leaf Borers, Dutch Elm Disease and Gypsy Moths blow through here like the Plagues of Egypt,” said Rafe, sipping from his glass of Parallel 44 wine. “You'd think we'd get more than a few days of good weather for all the parasites we feed.” …
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165195
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I brimmed with sexual energy and it flowed about me like a buttermilk, silk robe. Rich and thick, musk-laden and fortified with my own particular brand of woman.
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165120
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The more indifferent he had become towards life, the more she had become towards him.
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165163
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After work and wine, I Take some red food coloring and empty it Into my bath water. I submerge myself and open my eyes Like looking backwards at the world through A liquid sunset. I push myself under water, squeaking Feet…
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1651116
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She stood with her sisters, pretty maids in a row, felt cold despite the scorching spring sun. Heard what the man said but didn’t register; words from the Lord flew around her like the flighty trill of the robins up above. The birds made more sense.
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165197
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In half-dreams she saw a pale alchemist kneeling before a stitched together abomination, witchcraft and science merged, mocking God’s fire.
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16511911
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I'm just a rental dog myself
looking for the guardian of starlight
peeing on the expired parking meters
and barking up all the wrong trees.
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165000
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Jenny knew never to mistake sex for love. Jenny's mother, who couldn’t stand the way her latest lover looked at her daughter, gave Jenny to the Department of Human Services, where Jenny celebrated her twelfth birthday as a ward of the State of Arkansas. J
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I can't find my way back to the library. I've heard of this happening, that if you leave even for just one day and for a very good reason, as good a reason as mine, you may not find your way back. Now why should this be so? I do not understand this library. It houses…
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165071
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They were pressing her about the money, it was always about the money.
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16501812
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However did we make it this far/
without murdering one another
as the other sleeps
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165095
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I follow what pulls me forward.
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165086
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...this dim and empty room, and behind a wall of glass a flag materialized, backlit and fluttering, and I am not saying what country's flag it was, just that it was a flag, that awesome symbol of the nation state and fervid jingoism...
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165081
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As I watched her sleep, I saw gentle frost and sun on crystal.
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165052
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The last time I saw Jackson, I didn’t write down the set list. This time I didn’t write down the set list, either.
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165064
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It’s all a matter of warped mirrors. As in the multi-mirrored passage I stood before as a boy
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165000
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If you wanted to retain the ownership of said works, then you should not have died.
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16501511
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In the Ardennes for the the first time...
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1650159
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We liked the orderly Newtonian/
with its fundamentalist action/
and reaction, its rules
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1650248
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On finding out that gonads are part of the female anatomy as well.
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1649157
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...lotus roots carved with clunky holes like a mouse’s drawing of Swiss cheese.
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1649100
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It’s been stored away in the cedar chest since my mother put it there in the early 60’s, well, 1962 to be exact. She was a careful woman, but over these many years the bow has flattened, and the wind-up parts have corroded some from non-use. Oh, the
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He hiked the hills of her condition
She biked the path of his delight
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