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The old man sat in the run-down shack, nursing his lobol-weed tea, and cursing the bitter cold wind outside.
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1502137
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Can we survive our Y chromosome?
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150200
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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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150298
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150252
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I’ve just moved to New York City and, somehow, Scarlett Johansson is at the same party I’m at.
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15012112
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We lie sleepless at night, enraged,/
and finger the keyboard
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150192
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The bus heads west on Route 36, toward the next stop – Howell, New Jersey. After driving ten minutes, and after crossing the tracks, the bus gets a flat.
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1501109
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Polylinguists lash me
with tongues I cannot conjugate
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150143
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I'd never seen a dead person before, let alone one that was living just
seconds earlier.
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150122
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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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150177
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We are/no more than heartbeats on repeat.
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150100
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Under the darkness of their new city. The heave and moan of structures as they breathed and pulsed. Under the darkness of this city, under the hum of their florescent bulbs and the tumbling rattle of motorcars, the wheeze of their machines and the clank o
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150170
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He came running out of his narrow little shop, Berthillon
and chased me down the Ilse St. Louis street, saying,
“Monsieur, Monsieur, nous avon pamplemousse!
It’s ici, Monsieur. Your pamplemousse.
They just come in this matin, morning
and I’
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150111
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Roanne hungered. Memory had ruled her forever. Shards really, edged like machetes: daddy, whose fingers had eyes in the dark. Momma, ensconced in the shadows. Inside the church, those pairs of short…
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150100
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A Nocturne, whose grey mana seeped out of it mouth, grabbed the roof of the building with its large claws. Using it as leverage, it stood itself up, hunched over, its long whale like head roared like a loud horn.
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150154
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an EZ How to Guide in 50 simple steps
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150100
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The door shuts slowly to something that’s allegedly mine
and it sits there and waits until I come home
just like you.
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150185
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It's good enough. Spacious. Then the cards but I am not for cards. Sasha directs the people, helping them, at ease and happy even. Strangers that have found a common denominator in games. A brotherhood and sisterhood I can't understand. I watch. I see green…
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150111
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He had a handsome dial tone, we called him every name but his.
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1501148
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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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150163
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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150165
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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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150087
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a mere forty years/and maybe you become twelve,/maybe sixty-three.
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150045
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the beeps, rhythmic,
tell us that you're still with us
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150063
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Morning's first blush, their world in repose. Sated, drained, spent; …
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150000
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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150022
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Why yes I began writing this, my bildungsroman, Who is Mitsy Jackson, in spring, 1974 or thereabouts, and thank you so much for asking.
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150020
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A shadowless torpedo shaped form plummeted from the grey, overcast skies upon the many unsuspecting. No remote pilot thousands of miles away guided this particular descent.
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