1712 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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171265
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So few dreams are the doors they seem.
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171231
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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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171211
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...the dead have...communicated into the high tech microwave towers of modern Prague. And their messages now may mount to the stars, confusing millions.
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171297
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As they lay in the pasture on a warm summer's afternoon, with the sky blue, the sun shining, he looked across at her, peacefully asleep by his side. How he loved her. Their year together had been one of joy and happiness.He idly nibbled on a blade of grass, remembering the…
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1712104
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A Parody of Keats I stood at silent thought upon a clump Of nettles, swaying in the od'rous air- That blew from my own trousers, by the dump; That it had not blown more lent me despair. The dulcet horn gave melody, rare…
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171200
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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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171220
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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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171265
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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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171100
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Her fever spreads through lines of a plaid mini, over burnt milk, darkened to yellow. Fingers explore fabric folds up and into the lost dimensions of logic.
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171197
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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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171174
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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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1711105
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He was instantly on her, pulling at her nightgown
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171100
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Caster had always imagined the Consensus as a big room, as big as the world, filled with white space and people with quantum wings, flitting about, creating information. There were tinted bubbles for people to share for privacy, and the lights never went
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171143
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Shadows from a star
Never too close
Never too far
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1711198
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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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171122
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...you should pick a VERY OLD millionaire. Very old, and NOT VERY WELL...
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171111
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1710172
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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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171063
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“I mean it, Hanna. I don't want you to.” But his leg felt carved away where her head had lain. One stupid thing jostling another for attention. He was afraid that if she touched him again, he'd have her on the ground.
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171000
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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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171045
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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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1710149
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Each day, they trot the coiffed/
and painted cadavers across the stage.
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171065
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I wake up on the edge of the mattress, teetering. The dog is looking at me funny.
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171030
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white-gray mounds persist
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171072
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I must have been six years old at that time, but the events of…
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1710104
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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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170994
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Once upon a time there was a Vietnamese restaurant. And then there were two, and four, and eight...
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170910
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When Mt. St. Helens erupted, I knew that was the end of Bigfoot.
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170944
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It was a dark and stormy night.
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