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Another bird hits the large plate glass patio doors as I am sipping my morning coffee.
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161876
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The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.
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161852
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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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161874
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He calls it an owl glass: he’s allowed: he’s six.
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161885
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It was by the well on one cold early spring morning
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161842
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There was a small slanted hole through the edge of the door, and another one in the door frame. She pushed the door closed to check. The holes matched up.
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16182011
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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161822
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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1618124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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161897
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a girl with wolves, dogs and a bear
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1618104
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"Nice one, sir," the toilet said.
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16181112
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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161733
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16171911
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Girl with glasses and
skinny fingers
playing with wires
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161785
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Not believing enough in God he was made unfortunate. Neither cursed nor damned; merely little things. Missing rides, running out of toilet paper, showing up late. Until, suspecting someone he had overlooked, he chose a God. The wrong One it transpired. Things…
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161765
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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161763
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A week ago, Lina had felt a pain crack over her right eyebrow. It was there every day, creeping from her ear to the middle of her forehead.
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161700
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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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161765
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The heart attack felt like the time Alison stabbed me with knitting needles. It made me want to see her. She was the fun wife, the first of three. I was morbid and full of regret — my drinking had driven them away, no kids in the wake. I decided to visit all of…
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161733
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Her body: normal as a body, a baby’s body: skin and eyes.
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161700
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I'm subconsciously a sucker for guys who are no good for my
self-esteem. Or waistline.
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161732
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Harold Smithe awoke that Tuesday morning precisely at 6 am. He did this every day for as long as he could remember. Even on the weekends when his schedule varied. Well, varied slightly. He lay in bed trying to wake up and mulled over the things he needed to accomplish for…
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161772
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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161711
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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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"As the thing lurches upright, I can see now that it is an old woman with snake eyes… a dead old woman with snake eyes and peeling flesh. She is putrid and maggoty. She is coming right at us. She is my mother."
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161696
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I held her hand through two divorces, I warned her that gorgeous Geoffrey was homosexual when she was oblivious, and I fed her children when she was off at rehab (four times before it 'took').
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161632
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“Hi. I’m Rita Bates,” I had said. “Can I sit here?
The boy who introduced himself as Thomas told me I could, so I did, and his friends all introduced themselves in turn. Around the table there was Bev, Ernest, someone whose name started with an F – maybe
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161664
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Zinvushka Zokolovskaya and I first met at the local botanical garden.
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1616127
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strung from her window to a tree
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161651
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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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