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150992
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Cat's ass was on fire. The roof was scorching hot. Her clothes were in a pile by the door that led to the roof. She was sitting next to the ventilation duct, her hands outstretched behind her, her knees bent before her. Jim was standing in front of…
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1509167
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It's time, more than anything
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150953
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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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150910
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["LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ... SO ... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!"]
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150997
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a girl with wolves, dogs and a bear
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1509127
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Foolish boy, you chose
your parents poorly-
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150965
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I got on the Greyhound Bus at 11 a.m. and sat by myself staring out the window. I could see the reflection of my own dark beard in the window, a 27 year-old man with a huge poem bursting my heart, gasping to get out into the bright lit-up world out there,
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150922
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There’s a crack in the cosmos,
and pink is leaking through.
There’s a crack in the cosmos,
fix the sink, the toilet leak.
There are many cracks in the cosmos,
numerous. This is how time escapes.
Good grief, they’re going to suck the cream
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150960
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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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150831
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He sees how he could release the duck, imagines it winging low over the water to where the others have made it safely.
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1508115
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I enjoyed the talking part though
rambling on and on for lord knows
why or how
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15081610
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A figure left the building.
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150812
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An yet we are all inmates...
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150845
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. . . it's all we ever want -- the holding.
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1508177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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150896
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People suck. They suck you down, and if you're not careful, they'll ruin you.
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150844
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I try to enjoy my bookbut the mannequins keep tapping at the windowWhen I look up they vanish Outsidefibreglass clouds are kept in placeby invisible wires——Sometimes the mannequins …
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150860
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150800
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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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150831
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150821
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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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1508217
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Once, asked what time it was, M. replied, "Eternity."
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150800
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Home is where my parents live and my relatives visit.
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150841
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A tanka/haiku poem about grandma getting run over by a reindeer.
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150853
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Maybe you, citizen, should be a jerk. Jerks get where they are going. You, citizen, what about you? Handy, dandy, where’s the jerk? Conformists. Sheep. All of you, all of us, boiling out our radiators. Spending our day, our days, our lives in coope
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150770
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I heard this story from my grandmother who heard it from her grandmother who heard it from an uncle, who was a monkey.
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150700
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The tiger-eye beads around her neck would wink at me like a nervous uncle sharing a secret with a child. They roll on her sternum like marbles. At night, on her nightstand, they whisper my secret to the patchouli-scented room. How long have they known?
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150774
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I was just sitting in the corner, stirring my stories with a straw that sucked characters out of bars.
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1507910
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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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