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Last night Jim taught me how to catch forks. Meaning, he taught me how to throw them. But he called it catching forks. It was late, and we were low down 3rd street, south of the Bay Bridge, the baseball stadium, all the people and cars, on top of a warehouse. There were a…
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When Mt. St. Helens erupted, I knew that was the end of Bigfoot.
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That night we went out to shoot some pool at the pool hall over on Durant Avenue, which was above a bar called Kip’s. Rotten Bobby walked in with his own damn pool cue, which came broken down in two pieces. He carried it in a narrow felt-lined carrying
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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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Fat robins are chirping –
loudly – at 4 a.m.
They’re trying to delude
the worms into thinking it’s
dawn already
The worms get up underground
They’re grumpy, they
bump into things
They come up to the surface
and Wham! That
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His mother was a ballerina.
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What if blood engorging your penis could be the result of emotions other than sex and violence? Wouldn't it be nice if your dick could be used to express the lengths and depths of other feelings?
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My little friend is no bigger than a minute. An even five feet tall, if that.
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threads of Cocoa Krispies
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1.As fast as that I wake to astonishing desire. I'd met you at my parents' house just the weekend before but for them (them the drained students trying to relax, refill before their afternoon sessions) you are the stranger in the room,…
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They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
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Say the world is a smudged charcoal drawing. Slit from its frame, smuggled out of the Vatican. Don't say it couldn't happen. Who would know.
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My gaze could have gutted any man. Any man, but John Marcy. History would write that John Marcy was a traitor to his country. Public enemy number one in the state of New York. When that probably couldn’t be farther from the truth.
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I bit her ear and /
it was burnt toast
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Her funeral was scheduled for the following Monday, and of course Claudia would attend. Trouble was, Monday was a workday for my parents. So when neither Mother nor Claudia could find somebody else on short notice to keep me, it was decided that I would a
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forced to submit/
to reasonableness//
and universal healthcare.
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We decide not to go to the emergency room
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I laughed maniacally in my head at the thought, but I kept picking at it all the same, the bunnies had plans for us.
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it felt fucking awesome at that moment, in that way only little things can feel huge and life affirming
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Content may contain ordinary, everyday, and all around average happenings.
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She left knives and hot pots with handles akimbo. Like a guardian angel, he turned them in. Like an ungrateful Eve, she turned them back out.
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Vegas is turning out to be my kind of town. Easy money, free booze, and everyone is too overstimulated to realize I’m broadcasting right into their noggins.
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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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Billie Holiday and I want a cup of coffee and they tell us to go fuck ourselves.
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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Warning: Open and read before making any dumb-ass New Year's resolutions.
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Just as one thing I say is “Don’t worry about me,” one thing I think is that you love somebody by living with them...
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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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Then he took the tune out to Ben Clarone land. The horn was beautiful, if leaky. His fingers flew over the keys.
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