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She is face down in the snow
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At some point, indifference//
will swallow the small gasps./
The appalling will become the norm.
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The ocean smelled like decomposed plant life and clinically despicable vagina, but I still spoke of its power and my fear of it in moonlit clichés and she still listened.
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In the blacklight of the storm, mother would tremble, spit and sway as the shutters would clatter and she would give away her balance. It was more than my heart could bear. She would always center her accusation with, “your boyfriend is a rake and a flam.” That…
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164420
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The rocket shone in the distance. Cape Canaveral had never looked so pretty.
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164412
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I have no confidence that you'll complete the task. Shit, you probably don't even understand it in the slightest.
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164411
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Later, your father stared, confused, at the empty spot where the wall paint layers ended in the shape of the old machines. He stopped coming in.
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164475
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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164421
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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164497
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Out in the world again, pretending to belong.
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164400
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You’re never really asleep. I am never awake. But as the darkness fades, I read. Your body tells my story.
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164455
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there should be a word for it.
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164311
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This new kid on the block, named Miller, showed up out of the blue one day, while we were throwing rocks and boulders down on this flimsy gray sheet of construction plywood that was covering an open trench in front of a new house on our block. One of the
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164321
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Thirty years later – and all the years in between – Alan Walton would remember how insidious it was, the anger that started that night with Quinton Harris, fifteen years old and the undisputed leader of the troop, and spread like a virus to the other boys
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1643169
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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164365
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This writers' conference (sponsored by VQR, which had run its banner ad atop the Fictionaut home page in the summer of 2014, which begins to explain both my attendance and this essay) revealed itself as an apt subject . . .
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164322
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Light “I can escape the feeling of complicity in it only by speaking out.” The professor arrives on time, sockless. The former a sign of his polite upbringing. The latter, his lack of pretense and high …
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164342
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How hard it is to pretend to be someone else. Alone, together, in the silence... I thought about how you must really like me to act quite like that. I wanted to hold your hand and read the unsent love letters.
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Every Monday you brought your Sunday finest to the bus stop...
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1643149
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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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164373
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Who ever saw an open upright pop bottle on the street?
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1643113
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As a young baby, perhaps a year old, I have a memory of sitting on myfathers lap, in front of a coal stove to keep us warm, while my mothercooked soft boiled eggs for him every morning. He would break offa piece of his toast, dip it in the egg, and feed it to…
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She may never know and it sureis a small world. She may neverknow and they have a list. She maynever know, I'm very grateful.She may never know and I couldhave sworn we were getting along justfine. I refused to say goodbye. I am still wearing those…
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164310
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I was shooting baskets in the driveway when the Mexican kid delivered the groceries. He drove in fast and loud . . .
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164322
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When I cook sausages, I am afraid I will not let them sit in the pan long enough, and they will be pink inside. Then, even if the pigs have been handled humanely, I and the person for whom I've prepared this meal will be at risk for some terrible stomach poisoning.Let's say…
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—indistinct and foggy, my eyes lost at sea,
confined to a horizon not close to land.
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