1703 4 4
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It was a dark and stormy night.
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1703 16 12
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She was as beautiful as flowers in a dream
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1703 7 4
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There is a rock somewhere with the truth of the sky in it, the glitter of otherworldly charms that falsify the ugliness of the literal.
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1703 6 5
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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1703 6 5
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So few dreams are the doors they seem.
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1703 3 1
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The TV projects from an insect arm. It has the face of my ex-husband, smiling and void. I like to set small fires and inhale them.
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1703 6 4
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"...innocent butterflies of pollution
trapped and entangled,"
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1703 4 0
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Little stuff at first: mistaking their dog for a cat, attempting to start the car with a bar of soap, or using a newspaper to dry the dishes. Lately, he’d been slipping: calling her by his mother’s name during sex, berating his boss for lackluster profit
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saw the world was a mess
I did nothing about it, poured myself some apple juice
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1703 4 4
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I considered kissing Christian. It wouldn’t be terrible. I mean, it might be terrible, but it wouldn’t be awful. His teeth were a little crooked but he didn’t smell or anything.
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1703 1 1
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The crowd- which consisted of exclusively men with beards and djembe drums and women with hairly legs poking out of corduroy patchwork skirts- cowered and crawled in fear around the angry man-bomb, mortally frightened yet encouraged to shimmy because the
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1703 0 0
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Still as the knife on the counter there still. Like mothballs in a chest. One with clear bags and newspaper clippings and your scarf inside it. The baby girl could put a mothball in her mouth and suck it like a penny. The way too close to a light bulb bur
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1703 6 3
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Another bird hits the large plate glass patio doors as I am sipping my morning coffee.
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1703 0 0
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Only early June, but the heat feels like August. Eleanor and Shelby sit on the front steps of the old Victorian-style house in downtown Los Angeles, drinking homemade margaritas and watching the daylight drain away to dusk. Shelby slaps a mosquito away fr
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1703 2 0
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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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1702 4 5
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Paulette lived on the east side on Paulette Avenue. Mama dropped me off when we wanted to play Barbies. Her neighborhood was a little green lily pad in a swamp of blight and disrepair. A ghetto moat ringed around those three fancy blocks like a first line of defense,…
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1702 2 0
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I was ashamed of my conscience.
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1702 2 1
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Tell them words are math counting forever four letters of truth
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1702 4 4
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He keeps saying it,
babbles the term like he knows what it means
and we wince and interject with mama,
mama,
mama,
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1702 2 1
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She picked the fish out of the box leaving a pool of mucus and blood slowly congealing on the shelf and dripped it toward the kitchen table. Outside the wind lashed the tops of the poplar trees together and rain sprayed from the barn roof opposite.
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1702 1 0
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In the last test Anna barely managed to stay within the limit, but right now she had problems with her father in law who’s been luring her husband into alcohol, and with her husband who’s been luring the father in law into drugs.
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1702 13 8
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She bought a dog with short legs to make her own legs look longer.
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1702 2 2
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He began life as we all do, an almost indeterminate blob. Ultrasound sonar plotting his outline on screen. The echo chambers of his beating heart dispelling the ectoplasmic impression of mere ghostly existence. His rudimentary …
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1702 7 4
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I break your flesh
and make music
on the harp of your bones.
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1702 7 2
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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1702 2 0
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From somewhere beneath the train, steam rose, which was—of course—puzzling as the train was powered by electricity. The steam condensed on the windows of the cars, making tears streak across the surface. Perhaps that was why the woman’s cheeks were shinin
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facts are facets are / things in the act // the truth speaks softly // as time saying amber / to the enduring sap // words come and go / like leaves like men // we the tree remain ...
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1701 10 5
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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"One-upmanship" is a strategy for defeating an opponent somewhat unfairly without actually cheating.
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