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She stood there with her back to me and her dress around her ankles.
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170443
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Unconsciously she shook her head at her own weakness in coming out to see Wayne when things were in shambles at home. Guilt had beat resolve in the cosmic game of rock paper scissors.
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1704138
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I worry for the daffodils/
and there optimistic yellow bursts./
I worry for the over-eager clover,//
prodigious green on crepe myrtles,/
even for the early green of nut grass.
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170494
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I It's been there all week, Nose tucked into tail Comfort found between impact and asphalt II I'm still here logged out, still here Had it with the billboards the check engine light milemarkers... Just…
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17031113
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I was seeing the owl lady from time to time when I met Caroline.
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170374
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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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170300
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Alysia tried to focus on what was important, but it was too much to bear. She was ready to dive down when a shot of wind blew past her, causing her and Megumi to lose control over their gliders.
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1703177
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a song jolts my memory . . .
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1703910
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it's time for the cold, antiseptic
cloth to briskly remove the evidence.
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170375
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If the Titanic rises from the bottom of the sea,
I will meet you on deck, in a deck chair.
Fully dressed for a change.
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170344
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Momma takes us to the candle store next door where everything smells sweet
as she opens, closes glass lids, lets us lean our faces close, smell pumpkin, lavender,
trees...
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1703137
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Can we survive our Y chromosome?
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1703104
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Come, bring your sadness
to the precipice of my body,
bury it within me like a tool
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170333
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170365
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Cézanne sags during a moment of paint. There is an umbrella in the room whose surface collects his thoughts. Outside, in the rain, the grass and garden smell strongly of spring. Fruit litters the table. Light through the window writhes in conversation with shape and…
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1702127
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In time, I will forgethow he said "smooshie" for "smoothie"and "eyebrowns" for "eyebrows,"how his upper lip dimpled when he laughedin that uproarious, wild toddler way.How he wheedled to be wrapped and rocked,after a bath, even at age five,his long calves uncovered by…
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1702116
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A pinprick breaks the black/
and pins the spin of constellations/
around its still point.
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170286
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Your laugh used to startle the nurses.
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170200
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I met Barry Hannah once in my life. I’d come to Oxford, MS, to meet an entirely different writer whom I thought then and think now very highly of. I’d also come to escape from another slew of regrets. Oxford is a great city to run away to.
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170201
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As the four flew beside each other, they shared their stories and got to know one another. Soon they learned from the voice what was happening.
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170211
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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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1702198
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A proper study of human history should
lead the student to an inescapable desire
to commit suicide
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170221
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170275
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Beneath an opal moon, the open field and wilderness across it look immersed in varying shades of blue. A strong night howler blows across a little girl's face as she walks the field as if in a trance; her whole visage framed against the backdrop of this very act …
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170144
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It was a dark and stormy night.
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170197
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awfully evil decisions upstairs in your head that could come back to haunt you in your later years;I'm here to report your zooming about hair isn't really one of them. You have found the infernal wheel works in all four directions at once. Good for you.…
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You can tend to recognise the difference between a good and mediocre mind by observing how each reacts to a misfired original idea.The mediocre mind will praise the merely meretricious, but ignore the more interesting bad art. The higher mind will value the misfired…
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170165
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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170112
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An yet we are all inmates...
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The last time Cyrus rode in a train’s passenger car, he came home a dead man.
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