1306 8 4
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When the hay was ripe it stirred and rippled like water.
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13061910
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Falling//
is something that comes quite naturally/
to puffed up things. Like the soufflé
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1306109
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What grabbed the mind when you heard about it was the way he did it.
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130643
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1305116
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The time has come
to scrape the wax from my menorah.
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130564
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Her thirteen year old daughter had hung herself in the hallway closet of the old house. Now the closet was empty and unused. The door was locked.
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1305169
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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1305266
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Closed gate without fences
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130552
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I am not covetous for catnip,
Nor care where I sleep at night.
It irks me not who takes my
Favorite chair, or swats me off a table.
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130520
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Some people hate Waikiki. Not me. Most hotels had lounges with live music, either inside or around the pool. Evenings were spent bar hopping up and down the strip, Kalakaua Avenue. The bars stayed open till 4:00 a.m. It was safe to walk…
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130511
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He laughed – pictures traveled across his mind of bodies and mouths and the sex and the liquor, he could taste the flesh and the alcohol right then, strong, immediate.
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130511
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When I was six, my father brought home a fishbowl. Look out for the inhabitants, he said. You can play Neptune in their microcosm of the sea.
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130543
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Prabo was late.
It wasn’t like him, I thought, sitting on the steps of the Galle Face Hotel, the Indian Ocean pounding the beach abutting the nearby Galle Face Green and spraying fine mist everywhere. Or at least it didn’t seem like him.
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130510
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“Bound to happen,” Marny said. “The way he went on; no doubt he'd end up like this.” Few folks sitting around in a one room shack. Walls were weather stained slats; the door, the only opening. Their fans flapping the air in their…
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130584
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I awake one morning to find that still,
the leaves continue to fall.
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130565
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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130544
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It was one of those weekday mornings in early spring when Marjorie and I could wander from chapel to chapter house with only security guards for company.
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130574
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"I’ve always wanted to write a novel. Like Catch-22, something off-beat that would start by word-of-mouth, you know, and become an underground classic."
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1305108
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The best thing about being a cowboy is the cows.
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130575
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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130585
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My grandmother is magnificently breasted in her floor-length nightgown.
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130531
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“Let me in,” I begged.
“No. Get back stinky feet.”
“I washed them.”
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130511
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She seems to be demanding someone donate to her a beard. No one has gone any further with this, and the electricity of her song about beards, listing, growing more undulant, crescendos.
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130521
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Fleas were a constant reminder that humans are food.
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130540
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it seemed odd
from even the
first few seconds.
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130411
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The drive back to Sac does nothing to sober me up, either, and although Avaline and I are ready to hurl, she takes me to her afternoon support group, “Lean On Me: A Place for Manic-Depressive and Bipolar Sufferers to Come Together.”
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13042010
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Practice has perfected disengagement.
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130420
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A university student who triggers a flash mob in the heart of Silicon Valley to prove her hacking creds finds herself in deep trouble when the colorful members of Anonymous Hackers prove their hacking creds to her.
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130463
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N-n-never screamscold a cat.
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130455
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They were everywhere walking right above us or so it seemed, back and forth, back and forth with their lousy, crunching heels making hollow chewed up noises that took all the sweet sounds left on earth and had them march along…
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