1714 9 8
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It is true that the college dogs spread vermin, reeked and shat on the soccer field...
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1714168
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Lou Reed was sitting in CBGB,
I was sitting on Greenwich Ave. and West 10th street.
I didn't know him then and I didn't know him later either,
but we were both there.
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171465
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When I got to Pete's house he was sitting on the curb smoking a cigarette, bruised and dirty, with a smoking pile of rubble behind him where his house used to be. I hadn't heard yet, but his ol' girl left him and blew up the house when she left.
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171451
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...was discovered today hanging from a shower outlet in his bathroom...
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171462
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Sometimes one person's shelter is another person's storm.
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1714106
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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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17141112
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Tunnel hobos, all hootched up high, think a sign's all about super powers, mind reading, clairvoyance, dig?
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17142012
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Our ironies don’t make us happy
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17132112
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We lie sleepless at night, enraged,/
and finger the keyboard
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1713147
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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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171355
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You will never know how much it hurts
When someone else touches your face.
But I also know how much you count on others
To pull the slivers out of your heart.
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171363
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There’s an unending parade of drifters, outlaws and crazies and I always have to watch my back, but, then again, that’s nothing new.
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171300
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Scott was sure his father was reassured by the sticky stains in his Penthouse; Dad found them when Scott was thirteen. Dad had just one issue of that venerable porno, which Scott defiled with his joy. It was not the Penthouse models…
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17131717
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Something about shadows and last time and driving.
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171310
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I really only started reading books after the folks left. Right away I thought maybe I should have a system for it, so I go alphabetically by author, one book by one author. The first time around I was reading the books everyone knows, so when I was in th
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171353
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And she tried to laugh, to justify her half evasion, to dismiss the memory of their vitriolic breakfast conversation.
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17131412
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Usually I’m the only guy in a roomful of women. Some of them are foxy, too.
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171332
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Her students read their work aloud in class, haltingly, sometimes proudly, and their willingness amazed Miriam. They were immigrants and retirees, carpenters, security guards, Indian nannies, Iranian escapees. She loved their odd word choices, the lack of editorial impulse.…
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171352
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Ben considered his options in the taxi to Charles De Gaulle airport.
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171373
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In every writer's room there is a bogeyman born in the closet, growing with every blot on the virgin sheet, feeding on the pain of writing, of solitude, the failure, the rage, the confusion, the helplessness, the fear, the humiliation. The narrower the…
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171312
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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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171331
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It was cloudy, the way he liked it -- no baking in the sun. People passed occasionally. He sniffed at the joggers, “Health Nuts,” he dubbed them. He hadn’t exercised since his last high school gym class.
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171232
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... and the train pulls up and my shadow from yesterday steps off, and I'm standing on one leg balancing just like the weather between winter and spring, I hear a siren and my heart races, I'm about to step aboard when I hear footsteps behind me and two hands cover my eyes…
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1712116
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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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171245
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. . . it's all we ever want -- the holding.
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1712116
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Even in the fading light, it looked big enough to disembowel a man.
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171210
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While the tea was steeping, Ms. Darcy unwrapped the package. The book was lovely. It had nice heavy paper and the print was a good size for reading. The cover was glossy and not too showy, and Ms. Darcy thought it would look just right on her shelf.
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171241
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I am reintroducing myself.
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17121412
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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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171220
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“Little Pig, Little Pig, Let me in.” One of them yelled out from behind the door. The wolves always loved to taunt him, itched for any chance they could get to fight.
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