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Be not a Hercules furens abroad, and a Poltroon within thyself
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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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149121
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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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1491104
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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149085
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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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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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149000
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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A figure left the building.
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148941
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I am reintroducing myself.
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that doesn't need any words to arrive fully formed, or too many words to be believed in at all I should say, a little something we can simply send back and forth across your time and my space without having to talk at length about it, but being a …
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148942
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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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148941
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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148800
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The sound built up, louder and louder causing birds and insects to fly into the air. Then it stopped.
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148800
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“Jesus Christ!” the man screams in pain, and a chorus of “Ewww” is heard from the girls' bench, where the severed body part has landed in a Yoplait strawberry yogurt.
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In my seriousness I am not making the case that none of “this” (our contemporaneity, our historical moment) “matters”.
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Her fever spreads through lines of a plaid mini, over burnt milk, darkened to yellow. Fingers explore fabric folds up and into the lost dimensions of logic.
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facts are facets are / things in the act // the truth speaks softly // as time saying amber / to the enduring sap // words come and go / like leaves like men // we the tree remain ...
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148852
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Send me a secret story in a song just for me
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148821
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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1488177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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...painted by my mother with meticulous attention...
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Once, I asked my father why Rex turned around three times before settling down for a nap. He told me it was because one good turn deserves another, then he laughed.
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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148852
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Ben considered his options in the taxi to Charles De Gaulle airport.
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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Every damned time we came back to Richland County, I told JuneBug to just do whatever she had to do but to leave me and Skeeter out of it. And every goddamned time, we ended up somewhere like this, the two sisters hook-armed and conspiratorial, and Skeete
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Something was changing.
We could sense it in the circling air. A loss of stillness - and we'd been still for so long.
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