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I was hope, and
you were what I can only call
consolation, as day after day you
remained a grief in my throat.
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149375
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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149385
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Ellen arrived on the beach when it was still too dark to see the ground; the fine shells and small, sharp rocks hurt her feet, but she went ahead until her toes felt the edge…
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1493148
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Yes, he'll be quiet. Very quiet. He rocks himself, the ark, suddenly imagining water underneath him, over head, all around. Water, water, water—
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149385
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The army was bulldozing grandmother's house.
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149363
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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149344
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She wakes up with rosemary.
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1493105
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moonbeams unrecognized language
steadies my course
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149376
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In the panic following news of my motorcycle crash, my honey fled the house without coat or wallet, and now, nearly midnight, we don’t even have cab fare home.
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149332
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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149287
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a mere forty years/and maybe you become twelve,/maybe sixty-three.
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149288
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It is the first day of summer, a blue-green afternoon, and we sit beneath the English oak, Quercus robur. Everything has at least two names. It is the first day of summer, or the last day of something else.
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149254
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“Sixty-seven responses!” Al Edelstein announces at the first meeting of the search committee. It has been just two weeks since Rabbi Feldman dropped dead of a heart attack and just a week since the congregation ran the ad: “Help Wanted: Orthodox Rabbi. Im
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149276
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I pay for 3 Trump Troll Dolls and a package red licorice twizzlers and head back toward the door. Dancing Gnome Girl is there to greet me. I stick a twizzler in the teeth of the donation pail.
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149288
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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149221
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Ug seemed kinda down in the dumps so, uncharacteristically for a male hominid, I asked him why he looked so glum.
“Ug no find nice girl,” he said, poking a stick in the dirt.
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14921510
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when the mirror cracks
my eyes won't cry
it's a perfectly
respectable (romance)
between her and i
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149266
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The Misses Moses by Brad Watson from Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives The Moses sisters lived together, alone, in the fine old brick house near downtown where they…
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1492168
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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew
leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.
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149265
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They acquire him in a bar that is famous for its shipwrecks.
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149295
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The instant you remember
gratitude
with enough focus to spring free its power...
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149222
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Hello floaty word man / suspended in smoke / chortling coughing with collapsing colon / spraying sounds into the day / making it night and ending the line
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149255
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there should be a word for it.
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149200
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She didn’t think of herself as an undesirable, no, she didn’t, but did find herself cowering in face of the presumed judgment of those around her. They had more money, more clout, more everything.
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149122
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" I have no idea what's goin on out here, and I'm gonna find out one way or another."
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149184
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It’s just that—well, I don’t know how to put this—
With a Dadaist poet a non-affair is the height of erotic bliss.
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149175
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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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149122
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He was just walking along, making sure that no white, Hispanic, Native American or Asian people were doing anything illegal when he noticed the young black man walking down the street.
He hadn't meant to.
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149144
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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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1491106
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I enjoy launching words into space. Please dangle a moment here while I prepare the next sentence. Ok. You can come in now. Take boiling for instance. And hawsers. The sound of words on a sheet of paper. The manifesto for a roll of sleep. Sleep is oblivious to…
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