1510 11 7
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No bustling inside
No extruded amber
Wings onyx straight jackets
A low hum of displeasure.
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150900
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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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150900
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“A shibboleth is a test—a way to separate da wheat from da chaff that's as old as the Bible, but as new as the latest trend in men's fashions,” Gus says.
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150982
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13 rooks on a lifeless tree
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150994
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don't look at me honey, I fell on the table,
my hair is on fire, my heart is unstable
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1509175
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I'm old enough to be her father.
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15091916
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severe snow storm coming. I'm looking for a parking spot and listening to Machito & Charlie Parker
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150900
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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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150932
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Not a fuss, not a stink,
The eulogy, deep, will make one think,
Grandmother, sat in back, will wink
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150951
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Some things are meant to be repeated
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1509119
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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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150954
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It’s like drawing with Cesium
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150951
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And suddenly, I have this crazy impulse, so crazy and so puzzling I do not possess enough vocabulary and grammar skills to describe what is invisible and what is visible about it. The reader must excuse me and be attentive.
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150910
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["LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ... SO ... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!"]
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150900
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At 7:30 that evening my brother knocked on Parker's front door. When I went to let him in, sweat was running off Darrell's head like he'd been hit by a water balloon. The air was absolutely unmoving, and there was the smell of tar from the asphalt in th
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1509149
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Shred the roses he posted, fling the petals like slideshows of storms.
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150967
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Just take the mountain curves
as tightly to the inside and
as fast as surface conditions permit
and the road’s edge
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150980
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150954
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A Texas man was recently arrested for failing to return a GED study guide to his local public library. He'd kept it out for three years. This is the kind of news story that brings joy to a librarian's heart.The library where I work just installed a…
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1509108
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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150900
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A section of the baseball field that curved inward was filled with clear water. Birds were dipping their feet and the tips of their wings in. The sun set them apart enhancing the ice-sharp oblivion in their eyes. I swore I heard them say "Marry me.
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1509910
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For instance, my sister's husband. If I say brown socks, yellow boxer shorts, fishnet undershirt. If I say plastic bag and two tepid beers. And a voice that glides to falsetto when he: you're a tad too obscene for my taste, Julia, while he tries to light the filter end of…
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1509139
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We mourn/
in perpetuity and are inured
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150800
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“Imagine a Shakespearean scholar coming upon an undiscovered work by the Bard. That’s how thrilling this is."
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1508115
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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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150841
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I'm in our bed eating yesterday's pizza and chain-watching pirated foreign horror films
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150894
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Creep up behind me one day and prick my skin. I promise you won’t draw blood – for it is ink that will spurt from my veins.
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150883
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the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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150853
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Sometime in the late 60s when I was thirteen I had this paper route for the San Mateo Times.
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15081811
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"We gotta get out of here", you said
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