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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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148800
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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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1488177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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148822
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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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148821
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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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148844
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Tears and tears and tears flowed
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148842
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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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1487115
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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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148785
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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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148774
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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14871512
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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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148721
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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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14871614
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They are all sleeping, but I know better. I will keep watch and if he comes tonight I will be alert and ready. When he arrives he'll see the slack mouths, the graceless sprawls, hear the grunts, snorts and snores of the other women and then he'll sense me. My eyes will…
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148600
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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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148620
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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148653
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Little mercy, ten fingers, ten toes.
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148600
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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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148664
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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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1486106
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They couldn’t have done it better if they’d waved guns around in the air.
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1486148
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...painted by my mother with meticulous attention...
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148663
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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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148688
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Light slunk in from under a door, but just a sliver.
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1486119
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Whenever you act as if you're one of themit makes perfectly sad sense tome; you are one of them; we're supposed to believe there areno shadows in that particular choice? When you areone of them, they say youfall asleep with a peaceful droopinglip to your smile. When…
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14861711
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Each little token is the world/
as you knew it at each time and place
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148631
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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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1486159
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We liked the orderly Newtonian/
with its fundamentalist action/
and reaction, its rules
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14862012
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Our ironies don’t make us happy
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On the way home, “Friendly honk,” he said.
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