1682 10 7
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In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways
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168244
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It was like watching one of those vintage eighteen-frames-per-second films of someone trying to open a stuck umbrella.
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168242
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THE man in the tent with the stick points to the chart on the wall and says to us all: the stats point to the end of the war by the end of the fall. A just war, not just oil. Just then Allah's shadow comes over the scene. He's here to stiffen his troops with some …
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168233
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eleven o'clock spills
despair all over
our bedspread
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1682117
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No bustling inside
No extruded amber
Wings onyx straight jackets
A low hum of displeasure.
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168112
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["GET UP, GET GET, GET DOWN ... 9-11'S A JOKE IN *your* TOWN!"]
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168176
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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16811210
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of placing the rope just so; of settling
the veil with care --
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16811611
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What a beautiful Thing / Urine is
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168174
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God damn you women get me all /
twisted up thinking oohrahrah and lala
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168100
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Coagulating sky, a turbulentheave of orange, blood red,hell's fire smeared —below, tar seas bulgeat the seams, engulfing ships.Pier-bound she streaksand wails as the seaswells and threatens to claim —, corpse head, baldeyes, her death robescling to…
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168186
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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168174
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I don’t want to debate polemics while I’m sweaty and naked. I just want my hair cut.
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168133
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Her body: normal as a body, a baby’s body: skin and eyes.
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168188
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If I saw a little old man out there, a fellow with a hunched up back, I shouldn't be afraid.
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168101
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This time, he didn’t admire the fish for very long. He was close to shore and tossed it up on the rocks. Before the fish could flop its way back to the water, Quentin lobbed a broad stone at its head.
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168165
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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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168160
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We may not be capable of even trying to appreciate the fact of mortality until we are somewhat older—let's say 18 years old. But, from the age of 18 until we die—and die we will; we know that—we have the opportunity to spend some time thinking abou
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168077
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As spilled on a sandy Corona del Mar beach/both in moonlight and starlight so lovely/and strangely sad as if receding still
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168063
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i thirst always
for that poetic mouthful
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168000
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That was the summer that Christine Nelson owned me.
It felt like catching the flu. I had it bad. I was about to turn seven, and it was my first time, and it was bad. A love like that, I don’t know, it’s not a love supreme. It wasn’t completely cru
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168070
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On the way to the drinking fountain, Elysia Martin, a third grader at St. Michael's Parochial School, heard a voice calling her name. When she turned toward the white plaster statue of the Virgin Mary that sat between twin hedges in the rose garden, she
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168000
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Sitting in the upper last row of Wyatt Hall, Matt stretched his long legs under the fold-up desk top. He looked down past his fellow students' heads to barely catch something Dr. Mock had said. . . .
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168020
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I know you,
ladies and gentlemen
We see the near future
through you
Your factual face
as you sit indoors
Youthless
In your ordinary chair
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168041
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The strawberries remind me of you,Fat and fleshy,Pimple-dimpled.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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1680126
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Every morning, Wilma's husband Richard would cross the street and visit with a neighbor, always after the neighbor's husband left for work. Wilma was a loner, never bothered with neighbors. She enjoyed sitting on her patio in her lounge chair,…
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168011
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Tension slipped from my grip on the dagger as my legs and faith fell apart.
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168086
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My ex-girlfriends live in a pastel-drenched cabin on the edge of a hemlock forest in Canada somewhere,
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168066
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The day came shyly up to me like a rolling orange thing. Perhaps of alien origin, but not if the Buddha of our foolish hopeless dreamer inside has anything to say about it. It said, pick me up. I did. It looked like forever on the inviting horizon with trees as…
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168096
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He brought me kisses from New York.
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