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My buddy had been in the computer business, a systems analyst. Surely there would be some mention of him online. But there was nothing. Nothing, that is, until I saw the obituary.
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1664115
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I didn't believe in hiding secrets or broken arrows. So I told my new girlfriend, who in earnest, tried shedding pounds like ugly memories, who glued herself to my shag carpet, watching exerise videos--that I didn't sleep alone. I tried to be as sensitive as possible,…
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The days cut off by damp chill with every thought a different variety of protection.
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166321
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“They say she lives alone out there.” “What, like out in the woods?” “Not like way back in a cabin or anything, but in a little house out there off the road. I'm not even sure she has a car.” “What, does she…
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166397
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The Girl with a typewriter mouthhas a body like a single sheet of blank white paper. I wasobsessed with the Beatles, she tellsme. Well, there are worse things to beobsessed with, I tell her. No, shesays, I mean REALLY obsessed. Oh,is all I can think to reply to…
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“A shibboleth is a test—a way to separate da wheat from da chaff that's as old as the Bible, but as new as the latest trend in men's fashions,” Gus says.
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A shot in the dark and everything goes black. It's as if the story never happened.
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I'm old enough to be her father.
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166374
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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I write poems as if language matters.
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Sora rubbed her neck as Azure gave her attention. She did not know where to begin, thinking about what to say first.
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My little friend is no bigger than a minute. An even five feet tall, if that.
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166321
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The story itself is not much longer than a snippet. What is a snippet anyway?
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166375
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...the daffodils will fling/
their yellow petals, taunting winter
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166351
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I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…
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166354
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...listening to the ache of errs our mouths had become.
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“Well, aren’t you the cutest thing?”
Shelly looked around for the source of the line and one of the better looking bar flies met her gaze. He wore a faded t-shirt with a swoosh graphic that read ‘Just Do Me‘. True to its mystical nature, her indefatigabl
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collars of obedience /
discarded in the pyre /
with draft cards and bras
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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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166221
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Naked Lady? I know that from somewhere. Then he remembered. That's what they called those old 1930's and 40's Conn saxophones, Naked Ladies. How would Smith know that?
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She asked if I needed to be measured for size “to make sure they feel really good on you,” her lips all gloss and smile. I was nineteen and knew my size but changes in weight had caused fluctuations before so maybe I'd be different…
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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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Everybody called her The Crier because from time to time we would hear her crying.
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166211
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The room turns red and I start screaming and ejaculating. The whole class is watching as Mr.Smith slams down my copy of the test with his right hand and swiftly tears off my penis with his left.
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Sunday morning beginning with a bang. Accused, found wanting, sentenced.
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Floating along the ebbs of the ocean,toward the horizon, where time has no say,an end that will never be reached.
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Poor, pocked Ceres- dwarf planet/
trapped among mere asteroids-
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166122
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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes
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There are 1.45 million readers
of poetry in the US and
2.9 million poets. The odds
of an audience are bad.
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