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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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I took a lover on Ibiza either because he was clean-smelling or because he had a hotel room and there were none to be had.
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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“I won't live here,” Beth said, waving her hand to indicate the small Southern town in which they were having dinner—the most delicious fried chicken either of them had ever tasted—in a restaurant located in an antebellum mansion. She looked…
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Marv felt a stirring. Warmth in his gut. "Maybe we should get together," Marv said.
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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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If I felt like reading a book
then I would read a book
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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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I figure maybe I’m mostly alone; they are all running down staircases or falling down fire escapes, some of them naked, some of them with towels, mostly probably naked though.
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It was a dark and stormy night.
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I can barely pick out the numbers on the houses
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fetal position can make a man seem small. harmless. like the child your womb won't carry...
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He repeated these six words like a prayer. His only confession.
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Contemporary persecution of Christians takes on milder forms of torture like having to explain away something Pat Robertson said, or constantly having to hear about Fred Phelps picketing funerals because he happens to hate homosexuals.
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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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Trigger warning: casualties of war.
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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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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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like the dome of an immense lamp
like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe
like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide
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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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remembering Cahokia, a place we rent near the water's edge, for we dare not enter
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The lungs forsake their love of breath. The arms/
resist throwing off the small weight of sheets.
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...the fatal bleeding-out of the love receptors. They call it “Juliet's Tears.”
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"Penning a slight of tongue well versed
or worse, a salacious lie..."
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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There were echoes all around them, their shadows delirious and only existed in short spurts under the breath of the streetlights. They danced as their cigarettes leaked calligraphy across the night sky and she tried to trace it with her finger. He asked her what it said…
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He liked to take pictures of her, and she liked to pose. It made her horny, she said.
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