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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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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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Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.
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This is Peter’s office. The room is small, and the wood paneling is painted white. Light colors, Peter has been told, make a room appear larger.
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It was by the well on one cold early spring morning
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Mom wraps a bulky-knit scarf around my face and over my mouth. She tightens it into a big knot in back of my collar.
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I can hear the echoes clearly. They are distinct and crisp, almost as though they're all on exact trajectories to me from their final bounce, without any interference. Each sound, while unintelligible, seems to fit perfectly and expectantly into my ears
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In her blanched beauty, seated in a silver deck chair, with complacent socialist ways
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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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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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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If they don’t cover consequences in your gifted and talented program, you may care to research it.
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I had enough judgment, anger and vengefulness from the people around me in the steel town of Pueblo, Colorado, where I was growing up. I didn’t need more from my God.
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Twenty-two tornadoes tore through Toronto, spiraling steel and stone to the streets where she stood, texting her best friend.
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In the grip of a bad dream, she bolted awake, thinking she had heard the nightsounds of a tomcat crawling around her property.
It was some dreaded hour before dawn; she had no idea when. Her small, frail body was stiff, her breasts swollen and sore to
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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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THIS is what happened — the dead went into remission. Dated may 10 2010. Or it could have been some other day. They were going to be restored later. That's what we were being told. The dead were being given stones to mark their remission. They were getting…
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I don’t remember much about kindergarten.... The teacher’s name was Mrs. Halverson. She was nice.
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I love going fast. The last bank I robbed didn't know what hit them.
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Late spring, summer before cancer. Frank drove Max and his pal Jason to Cincinnati for their first rock show. Less Than Jake at Bogart's. A two-hour drive for ska-punk.
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As airplanes fly low over her children playing in the kiddie pool on the front lawn, Maureen learns something else about her father's new house that lies in the flight path of an international airport.
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Yes, he'll be quiet. Very quiet. He rocks himself, the ark, suddenly imagining water underneath him, over head, all around. Water, water, water—
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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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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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A tough enough signal to read under the best of meteoric circumstances, this is one maybe I'll keep on thinking about. I might be able to make something everlasting out of this crazy shamble for love after all. I no longer…
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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of placing the rope just so; of settling
the veil with care --
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The lungs forsake their love of breath. The arms/
resist throwing off the small weight of sheets.
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