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I was raised in a big city in the slow South. I know a little about cross cultural dining and where Delta Blues collides with Sly Stone, Al Green, and Zeppelin. Dirty rice in the Dirty South. Fried chicken, collards, and pintos. Fried velveeta…
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166245
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Lawrence Light had two degrees: business and theology. I liked the clean font he chose for his resume. At the interview, his face was open. His eyes were bright.
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166133
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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166164
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We became The World Famous Shadow Puppet Theater because we thought that the best way to become world famous was to act as though we already were.
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166187
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graves left or graves lost, into silence death sinks:/it's leaving the living that leaves us such pain.
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“Well” I say. “What do you think about the dilemma of a guy who’s tortured by a history of incest and bondage?”
“Depends” Says Al. “On who was cested and who was bonded.
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166163
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Morning's first blush, their world in repose. Sated, drained, spent; …
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166144
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It was a dark and stormy night.
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166181
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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166186
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Your laugh used to startle the nurses.
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166131
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166143
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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166163
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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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166121
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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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166133
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By February, I had decided,
That you'd tear out my throat every morning
if it meant your favorite song would play from my neck.
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166155
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Vibrations of a cavern a mile beneath silver willows.At two in the morning beyond the Sheratona lumination of pollution intercedes realism.Cardinals and doves develop their melodyprogressively caught in beat/heart echoes,as with spelunker canaries fluting noxious gasa small…
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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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166174
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Food is silly. Eating is silly. Yet the camaraderie of sharing a table is not silly. It is sacred. It becomes silly when the jello arrives.
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166142
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166163
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Another bird hits the large plate glass patio doors as I am sipping my morning coffee.
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166120
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In traffic I cry bloody murder, but my bloodlust subsides once I'm in Valhalla. Chip Whitehead wants to see me on the 22nd floor before I start my shift. Charlie and the other suits have been looking at me funny since I sent Chip a memo suggesting the recession…
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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166076
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In human rights, a man and a woman may marry and bring forth a family. It is a civil right in the U.S. but not a human right (as far as I know) to raise a child singly without the knowledge of the other parent.
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16601210
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The kid with a testosterone chip
Instead of a brain
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166083
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the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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166065
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So few dreams are the doors they seem.
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166000
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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My lipline's retreated since Tuesday. I'll toss those Hazel Bishop reds, (lipstick on shriveled lips rattles men, scares little children) skip Woolworth's cosmetics counter, save backaching, ankleswelling pondering of powders, rouges, …
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Two summers later, the ritual began. Carol left her house at midnight, having served her husband and daughter a heavy dinner that left them caged in their sleep. She was like a thief working in reverse: she rose from bed with her husband’s first snore,
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As a rule, she calls me whenever she’s waiting for her train or bus. ‘Hiya… How’s life-’ she starts off sweetly. Even though I should know better by now, I can only respond in the same old way. I’ll say: ‘Hi Kate!’. Next, I’ll try to te
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