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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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149521
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He finished the omelet and started in on the short stack. He drowned the cakes in syrup.
-Never can have enough syrup.
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149563
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If you're in an airport in the predawn hours, you are by definition a failure. You failed to make your flight; the airline gave you motel money but you're hoarding it
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149522
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Sit back n enjoy the show in a puffy puffed-up chair
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149521
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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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14952012
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Our ironies don’t make us happy
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149400
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I have never seen doubt on the face of a Roman general,' he said, ‘but when you looked at me and said “I know”…that was a certainty I'd never encontered. You have crossed the Acheron twice.'
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149400
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Sora collapsed on the wall to Azure’s squeals. She felt her arm lifted up and placed around Azure’s shoulder.
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149485
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Remember when I entered a room and turned heads
is my youthful charm a sputtering fire in the hearth
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149487
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tumbling for you from afar as close-up. They will rewrite your dancing form like a proper magical spell on all their maddest days, using the branches of cherished trees dipped into the trapped wells of certain hosts of …
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149420
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No matter how you do it, forgetting something doesn’t mean as much once you’ve forgotten.
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149400
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I met Barry Hannah once in my life. I’d come to Oxford, MS, to meet an entirely different writer whom I thought then and think now very highly of. I’d also come to escape from another slew of regrets. Oxford is a great city to run away to.
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149465
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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149463
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Let’s say you know so little about me. Like whose idea of a joke to name me Hideo for excellent male. Or why I hang out at triangle Park, ogling expatriates or crusty punks.
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149433
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He didn't want to read his father's statement. Yet still he lingered, poised over the kitchen table, where his father had left it.
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14941716
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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149411
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1. The sparrows' heads revolve slowly when you press the red button, but the boxing glove attachments don't work.2. A weird weaving of voices, unmusical harmony. One phrase punctures the texture: “The empty slot.”3. Poems are processed into more useful verbal…
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149452
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Now they are sleeping in a poppy field, sun-drenched warm afternoon girls lying on their stomachs and sides, faces in flowers, and flowers blowing, blowing. If this afternoon were every afternoon, the world would be cured.
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149442
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One summer night, as I walked alone down the cracked sidewalk of Kentucky underneath a canopy of maples where the moonlight fell through branches and lit my path with uneven lines I wondered: where does the residue of lust and desire go when everything you want to…
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1494126
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The ghosts run before/
attacking horsemen. A heart/
is ruptured by a spear.
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149441
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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14933723
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in a puddle of water, the butterfly rests on a stone
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149362
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Eddie meets Sarah Packard, a “college girl” played by Piper Laurie. She walks with a limp, a fact Eddie doesn’t notice at first because she’s sitting down at a diner table in a bus station. She’s alcoholic and writes poetry.
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149364
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Luke was in the gutter, his face in stagnant water littered with cigarette butts, condom wrappers, and green shards of glass from broken beer bottles. A man was kicking him in the face with a boot the size of a U-boat, over and over and over again. Blood
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1493177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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1493106
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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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149300
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The artist leans back in his chair, smoking a cigarette
after lunch, looking away from the table toward the right
He is dressed in white, and he's practically stretched out
his entire length, to relax after rowing the boat all
morning. Sunlight
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1493147
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149320
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1493104
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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