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Perhaps nothing has never existed;/
perhaps something always has
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1687146
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There are lines//
across time, beyond the tug/
of elections and fashion,/
beyond the turbulence of history
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1687127
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“If they look that good in shorts.” I warned him once, in a candid, humorous moment, “Then they’re probably too young for you to look at.”
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168700
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You are like gasoline on the fire of my desire–you send me higher and higher into paroxysms of earth-shaking erotic explosions. Remember–the “light” catfood is the kind in the turquoise bag.
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168752
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Snow fell against the windows casting shadows that danced like fireflies or flame—he couldn’t make out which for sure. He’d tumbled and bounced from balcony to balcony, the snow calming with the winds and gently falling, now.
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168721
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He leans against the truck, the sun sinking on the day, shadows inching down the side of the house, yawning towards the horizon.
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168755
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The first time Momma shows me a demon is during revival week at church.
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168664
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She'd still rest her fingers on your back, and her smile still lit the lantern of your soul.
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168675
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Biscuits and gravy. I'm off today, I'm lazy.
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1686100
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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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16861812
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However did we make it this far/
without murdering one another
as the other sleeps
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168622
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you are the most uptight pansy I have ever met
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168632
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"Pull around," Rachel says. "Pull around him, dammit."
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1686115
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An anorexic middle-aged woman walked up and watched me..
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168686
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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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168632
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Does life have an expiration date Alice asked herself? One must be careful when trying to deal with a broken person; you might cut yourself on their shattered pieces. Life can be like an arrow penetrating your heart. Hard and painful to pull it out, yet i
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168685
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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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He is sitting in his bedroom trying to decide what to wear. He has an appointment at five. If he wants to make it he has to either catch the bus, which comes in about fifteen minutes, or drive in. If he wants to drive in he needs to put petrol in his car,
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Myrna came home from her new, midnight shift, waitressing job at the Waffle House saying she was sorry but she couldn't take any more gray-haired Jesus-types with their dollar bills held high, releasing a few so they would flutter, as if borne by wings, onto the tables as…
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168600
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If you wanted to retain the ownership of said works, then you should not have died.
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168694
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Oh, what jealousy does to us! What love does to the living!
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168500
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"I can't believe my 'best friend' and my 'girlfriend' would actually start dating if I authorized and coordinated repeated threesomes for us!" Robert Eww was saying, holding aloft a dagger and book, with an olive wreath around his head.
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168521
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Back in the sixties, I chanced upon a list of books. That’s right. Sifting a black garbage bin, I found the long lost canon. Seizing the moment, I snatched the list, and cradled it in my palms. I felt proud and patriotic for saving such a noble list f
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1685105
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"Some Purgatory in order, innit?"
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168593
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There is only one other person in the pool, in the adjacent lane. I stop to adjust my goggles and notice his waterproof ear buds.
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16851311
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I tried to talk, but only / whispers slithered out.
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168521
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Lake Berryessa, CALIFORNIA It was dusk on the 27th of September when the Stocky Man finished his work and trudged casually back across the…
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168512
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From a window, the young Pole Krzysztof Penderecki saw resistance fighters hanged by Nazis...
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Something reached into Avi and took his voice, turning his volume to zero....
A short story of one day. A man going to work, a little magic, a car crash, and a wedding.
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