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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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160200
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Sora collapsed on the wall to Azure’s squeals. She felt her arm lifted up and placed around Azure’s shoulder.
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160211
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Once upon a time in the days of old
There lived a poor tailor who- I am told-
Did brag that his daughter
Spun straw into gold!
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160276
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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160200
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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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160282
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13 rooks on a lifeless tree
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1602175
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I'm old enough to be her father.
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160250
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160274
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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160211
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Her mother sighed, fingering the faux-pearls around her neck. Barbara's neck tensed, almost as though the hair on the back of it would stand up: Here comes a platitude . . .
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160211
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When we started plans for the party, none of us wanted Larry to die, most of all Larry himself.
Actually, when we first started plans for the party, Larry wasn’t dying.
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160200
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Rosea plays a bohemian plainsong for the cosmonauts among us, while her fuzzy apple hips spit glitter, spin strobes: pink shades of pantyline flicker; lip-licked neon hues scrape strings in B sharp, a gloomy clue.
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160263
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“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.”
“Easy,” Leo said.
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160265
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It's just another night in the old city, perched in the skeletal radio tower with my collection of telescopes
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160296
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Everyone loves a story of love
unrequited.
But what about the stories
of the unrequited lovee?
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16011914
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Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.
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160111
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A procession of our somber youth—
stoned and stunned and
broken beyond repair—viewed
the boy carved of putty.
The mortician painted him
stuffed him, presented him
to us, the semi-living.
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16011911
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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160153
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For reasons he couldn't fathom, his motorcycle only moved in reverse. He engaged the engine and lurched backward hard. He called a friend, a gear-head with perpetually dirty nails, asked him to look it over.
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160121
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"For several days thinking they had found a dead man’s boot beside the highway..."
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160164
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Zinvushka Zokolovskaya and I first met at the local botanical garden.
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160143
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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160198
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It is true that the college dogs spread vermin, reeked and shat on the soccer field...
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160121
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Ug seemed kinda down in the dumps so, uncharacteristically for a male hominid, I asked him why he looked so glum.
“Ug no find nice girl,” he said, poking a stick in the dirt.
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160122
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Not to sound too ridiculous, but Hurt was giving me the hurt, and it felt good.
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160142
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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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1601148
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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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160151
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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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1601104
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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160111
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On an overcast and humid day in August, Jesus—with Dad’s permission, of course—decided to make his grand return.
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