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i built a house in the trees
before i lived in the sky
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By: Roz Warren (and Janet Golden)I'm a humor writer. My work appears in publications from The Funny Times to The New York Times. Janet is a history professor whose writing was confined to academic journals and the occasional op-ed. Driving back from the Jersey shore one…
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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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“Who’s chasing you?”.
When the answer is ‘no one’, it’s best to drive away, like you would from a forgettable Oregon town or someone who can’t love you more than they hate themselves.
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I had to kill someone today. Do not be alarmed, she was only real to me.
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Odd bookends
stuck in familiar territory,
we have become lethargic
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Your girlfriend with the Dresden blue eyes with the sleek belly & gorgeous scars from ripping off Avenue A dealers has you on a leash of short-term amnesia. You can't recall the last time you got off from being trigger-happy inside her & you formed a…
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My friend once told me about this island of trash in the Pacific. He said that if you threw a piece of trash in any body of water it would find its way there somehow.
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He was almost dying when I reached the hospital. I walked past the open automatic sliding doors into the lobby, almost vacant except a few people milling around, the nurses fighting sleep behind the desks while waiting for their shift to end.
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People usually take fonts for granted.
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Hey, how are you? she squeaked.
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Last night Ariana our second daughter, only 8,wanted to baptize you for your birthday. Her hair shimmered and the face of her joy reminded me of Two Oceans Plateauin the Beartooth Range in southern Montana.As she walked from the sink she carrieda large…
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When he leaves herThe weather is glorious of courseUnblinking sunshineHe walks awayShe touches the edge of his sleeve I touch his sleeveBlack jacket flung over his shoulder Black jacket over his…
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I should have buried him on the saddleback and kept my mouth shut. I'll murder the bastard who did it.
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Reality for us must be broken so we can fix the one small insect of it we can capture and pin, wriggling.
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The way I felt was as though you were, every day, making the conscious and deliberate decision not to be with me, not to share your life with me—and not to share my life, that you were choosing not someone else, but something else.
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I didn't care for parties when Jackie was alive and I donot like them now. Deborah, our daughter,…
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feeling empty as the
bottom of a bottle
dry as a bone
in death valley alone
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Revocable Love It was easy lying there with My head on her left breast Listening to the strong Business-like beating of Her heart. She looked down and said Quietly, I told you my love Was revocable. I give it To many men and then I take It back. …
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“It’s lost. Lost and gone. Forever. My love for you. I’m sorry.”
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I wear my gun so it shows,
so everyone knows.
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Resting bitch face strikes again.
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One day we turn a corner, and two fat little doggies spot us and come running up. Oh, they are so glad to see us!
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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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This is the world of an urgent art,
the room silent, except for the constant
sound of the camera.
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"Well if we break for lunch at the same time wanna sit with me? I got fruit roll-ups I'll share."
Cory looked up at the boy, removing her hand from the water only to brush a lock of dark hair from her eyes. He was still smirking, jaw crunching, saliva
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“I wrote a story about you today.”
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One afternoon the kids from next door come over. Marion is our age, Jimmy a year younger. Marion's pretty. I can't even look at her.
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The fucking black dress; the fucking black dress that obfuscates whether or not you're pretty in the face, that obfuscates the sound of your voice, that obfuscates the color of your hair, your eyez, your skin,
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You lazy fuckwit! You half-assed shithead!
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