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... he led what might be called a quiet life
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Ireland - her beauty is like a drug.
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I say her- it might be him-/
but from a distance I supply the details I prefer.
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“I wrote a story about you today.”
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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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In my seriousness I am not making the case that none of “this” (our contemporaneity, our historical moment) “matters”.
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the / future is now incomplete
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She grinned when he steadied himself against the sofa. “Boy, I know you.”
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Nancy's brother, Ronnie would wait until church was out and pull the bench up to the piano play and sing show tunes, even humming them loudly if he didn't remember the lyric. Crooning away — as if he had the lead in a Broadway musical. Well, that was part of it,…
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There is no hate in his eyes...
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He got tired of the pool party, the chit-chat, the suburban posturing, and he decided to swim home.
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wash over me i fear not the erosion let the future scientists take their soul samples to figure out what happened how was there warning and when you go away let me believe the residue left behind is a choice a souvenir of the moment i want you full…
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The old man’s face is worn and tired, his nose and cheeks tinted red over his pale black skin from the frosty January winds blustering through town. He looks more than half frozen, which I don’t find surprising.
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Joseph K. ran a publishing house in the shadow of the Castle.
Perhaps “publishing house” is too grand a title. Joseph K. kept a battery of six or seven (depending on repairs) manual typewriters, a crate of carbon paper, and a large stapling machine
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Some life in Rosco's walls. He listened with his dead wife Sonya's stethoscope: rustles and scratching, a collective heartbeat.“Vermin”, said Vlad, Rosco's neighbor. “Will take over if no kill.” He smiled with one tooth, urped some vodka. “I…
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The surroundings, he thought, are just as important as what's surrounded.
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In a time of drought,/
the sound of rain is sweet/
and joyful music.
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If you wanted to retain the ownership of said works, then you should not have died.
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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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They broke both of Jimmy's shins. / Gambling debt just like in the movies
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You lazy fuckwit! You half-assed shithead!
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A man asleep on a stack of tires in front of a tire shop on 10th Aveune, NYC.
A store that’s “open 25 hrs,” where apparently time is being manufactured.
The unknown new element, the 25th hour, even though the other 24 may have been shortened som
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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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...painted by my mother with meticulous attention...
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Digging in another garden, jumping into another space and time, I impaled a toad on the tines of a garden fork. At first I thought the toad was a clump of clay, stuck to the thick tine, but before I could kick the clay off with my…
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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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