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...a headwater stream that has never had a name....
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161243
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"this is the year I'm going to plant a yucca tree in the garden."
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16121412
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She was sick and tired of marriage. She didn't want to be a mother, but now she was.
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161200
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If they don’t cover consequences in your gifted and talented program, you may care to research it.
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16122012
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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 was to limp with stunned, growing horror, as I navigated through the swirling smoke and maze of human corpses...
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They coo and gurgle in the warmth of twig and down. They are so delicate, hard to look at without thinking of death. I tell them I want for them chief among all things strength, speed, resilience.
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“Well” I say. “What do you think about the dilemma of a guy who’s tortured by a history of incest and bondage?”
“Depends” Says Al. “On who was cested and who was bonded.
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She never saw me pull the wings off live flies or throw wood lice in the fire just to see them shrivel, drown a beetle in a stream of warm pee.
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He huddles against the wooden beam of a chop suey stand, glaring out into the giant technological organism that was his city. Lights, hulking monstrosities and endless possibilities were teeming in the night-hustle that surrounded him.
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161177
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can they approve, our/gods in our wallets? only/when we tell them to.
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161121
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I am far from home, wherever that is.
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161177
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fuck you Charles Bukowski
go cry in your eggs in a Jersey diner
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161100
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Late spring, summer before cancer. Frank drove Max and his pal Jason to Cincinnati for their first rock show. Less Than Jake at Bogart's. A two-hour drive for ska-punk.
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161121
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Blood had soaked through his Converse All-Stars, and into his cotton sox. It was the smell of metal, of iron more specifically, that nudged his mind out from the fog of shock and denial, closer to the reality of his circumstances.
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“Perhaps instead of a book I could write lists of words, in alphabetical order, an avalanche of isolated words which expresses the truth I still do not know” — Italo Calvino albumen before child grit secretlyshame august blood …
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It's 100 degrees in your tower/and that braid you're so proud of/is one hot ladder to nowhere.
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161098
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... black holes suck in matter and supernovas explode.
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Satan is a wide-eyed Pollyanna mime who communicates with a ventriloquist dummy that corrects my grammar, speaks in internet acronyms, tells me that I’d be a lot prettier if I just smiled more and lost fifteen pounds, and nags me about how all my problems
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God damn you women get me all /
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
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I think about the weight of those words—how they are silenced
by the weight of stone, by the weight of 11 years in a Jinzhou prison cell,
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The figure eight will fall on its side. Become infinity.
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the smell of the small cedar chips burning in the fireplace
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161011
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Then a flicker caught my eye. To the left of the balcony, where the residential high-rise abutted a commercial building to its right, a shape--half-dark, half-lit--stood on a limestone ledge.
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Benton showed her his old room, a shrine of old posters and records. But it had been cleaned out, made to look like a guest room. “Kiss me,” Benton said. “April.” “That was just a name, so don't get any…
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It’s like drawing with Cesium
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161052
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Does the stuff at the dollar store really work as well as the stuff at Calvin Klein?
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If it weren't for the different lengths of dock, I would think the river just goes past me. Maybe it does, and the banks move too. Orderly where the clouds are random. I have cormorants, passengers, and salmon. They catch each other. They make my crew money. When did my…
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