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the sound of ashes/ being poured in the kitchen
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165843
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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165842
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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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16581010
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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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165863
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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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165833
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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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165855
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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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165842
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165863
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Another bird hits the large plate glass patio doors as I am sipping my morning coffee.
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165820
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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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165820
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He gave her cancer. He gave her cancer.
Not what she said. She said her relationship gave her cancer. Her relationship with him. Gave her cancer.
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165700
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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165711
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1. The sparrows' heads revolve slowly when you press the red button, but the boxing glove attachments don't work.2. A weird weaving of voices, unmusical harmony. One phrase punctures the texture: “The empty slot.”3. Poems are processed into more useful verbal…
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165745
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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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165664
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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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165621
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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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165686
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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165653
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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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165674
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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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165672
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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165566
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some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death
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165587
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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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165581
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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165541
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In mid dream, mid journey, there's a barrier we must cross, flat and vast like an ocean. We're told the barrier is a monster. To cross the barrier we must maim one of its eyes. There, rising to the surface is half a large…
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16551716
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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165511
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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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1655124
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Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger
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165500
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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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165564
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It's that day in July when you feel really bummed because you can't find your favorite white sleeveless shirt that you wear on the hottest days of the yea
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165433
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two roses her eyes
aqua-blue
no, blue-green
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