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Sparky took to me immediately. In some atavistic canine way he knew I was simpatico to a dog like him.
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On the river he rows a dory. It is filling with water. There is a rectangular hole in the bottom.
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It is July 4th, Austin, Texas, just after nightfall. On the bridge, downtown, I sit against the curb with my husband, his best friend, the best friend's wife, whom I have recently become acquainted, and their baby, Sasha. We're waiting for the fireworks to…
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My sadistic doctor was the only one laughing . Yes sir, I was officially, cordially, confirmed to meet that Irish/ Russian fellow…Colon Oscopy.
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Warren Jeffries left this girlfriend of his named Karen, who was also a poet, and overnight she announced she’d gone back to being a lesbian, she’d so had it with MEN! She did a reading of her new series of Sappho poems at Cody’s Bookstore,
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The heart of those stars is a dab of yellow light.
The darkness of the blue night appears so deep
because the downward strokes of the actual sky
are interspersed with a violet that’s almost black,
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I am heading to work. It's early and Clare is still asleep. When I hit the breezeway I realize that I forgot my keys. I walk back into the house and start rustling through the junk on the table by the door. After a moment I sense someone standing behind me and…
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What becomes the identity of a woman who has been denied all her rights and thrown into a mental institution?
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Lucky for mama, he doesn't like for his women to work.
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As spilled on a sandy Corona del Mar beach/both in moonlight and starlight so lovely/and strangely sad as if receding still
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We sat in the weight room. The coach walked in with his clipboard and stood until we were quiet.
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If you're a Boomer, your brain is teaming with decades-old Pop tunes that you just can't forget. The real reason you can never remember where you put your keys? Too many of your brain cells are clinging to every last lyric to “Fire and Rain,” “Free…
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Before Sandy, there was hype of Sandy. On the third day of hype, the broadcasters laughed. Then B-O-O-M, lights out, houses flooded, and Obama was re-elected.
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When he got out of sick bay, they moved him into a room with three other alkies. A kid, a tree trimmer, and a Catholic priest.
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I call him a Staffordshire terrier. You call him a pit bull. Some people say he's lovable. Other people say he'll bite your face off without thinking too hard.
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“Now I see clearly my whole life is pointed in one direction — there never has been any choice for me (Travis Bickle, "Taxi Driver").
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Bake sweet rolls and make love to your new wife, fall asleep for three years and grow a beard.
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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Once upon a time in the days of old
There lived a poor tailor who- I am told-
Did brag that his daughter
Spun straw into gold!
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“I honestly can't believe how much you eat, honey.”, Lenora said as I put down the fork after gorging myself on breakfast. Twelve pancakes, four eggs, two cups of coffee, a glass of milk, and half a pound of bacon had passed through my lips this morning. …
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I might wish I was anything
including some dust on the shelf
where maybe I might blow away
unseen like the coming of rust
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“It’s lost. Lost and gone. Forever. My love for you. I’m sorry.”
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She had liked her new husband's sternness, and the way he ran his hands over her body, noticed every inch of it, made her feel not invisible.He traveled during the week, wore cufflinks, worked out in hotel gyms. On the weekends, they redecorated her house and tried to…
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Her fingers scampered over the table, practicing the deft stitching of the basilar artery.
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The surroundings, he thought, are just as important as what's surrounded.
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I asked the hospice nurse about maggots.
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Today the isobars are far apart.
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How to Boil Water
How to Cook an Egg
How to Eat
How to Think
How to Love
How to Die
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writing because it's the only drug i havesick on sadnessas the weight of the moment crumbling around me comes down some sweet second inspires…
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Under no circumstances can you say "fuck" when you're working in a public library.
Especially in the junior room.
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