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He plucks the feathers and winds thread to simulate an insect’s torso.
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And I don't know how long it will be until she comes outside and figures it all out.
Figures me out.
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152965
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They acquire him in a bar that is famous for its shipwrecks.
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1529128
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Trigger warning: casualties of war.
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152963
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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152922
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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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152854
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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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152800
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Takashi and Hideki stared at the pool of grey Mana. A scientist carefully contained some of the mist into a container.
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152800
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That was the summer that Christine Nelson owned me.
It felt like catching the flu. I had it bad. I was about to turn seven, and it was my first time, and it was bad. A love like that, I don’t know, it’s not a love supreme. It wasn’t completely cru
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152822
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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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Charles the Bold is holding a pen.
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1528117
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Except with the language I was born to./
Occasionally, with painters and collagists-//
dead now, typically- who can’t voice/
opposition to my misappropriations.
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15282011
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The nearsighted world/
puts on its lenses
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152852
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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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152866
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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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152800
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Bill texted me at 3:44, invited me to join him at Chip's, where he was having a drink. Chip's Bar is a great dive, and I accepted without hesitation. Ten minutes later I was on a crowded bus filled mostly with fat people, and twenty minutes after that I was…
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152833
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A small bar of glycerin soap floated in the sink full of bloody water . . .
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152811
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He had a handsome dial tone, we called him every name but his.
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1528105
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moonbeams unrecognized language
steadies my course
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152811
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“We know you’re in there, motherfucker. Step out, slowly, and we might keep you fit for an open casket funeral."
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152733
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I can't take it bird by bird because I have neither.
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152721
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The next week, she sends a small white box in the mail / with tissue paper, a ceramic mold the color of bleached bone—
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152721
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Sure my man. Show me the token I’ll show you the slice.
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152711
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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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152741
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"What does it say about our political process when I could pick students at random out of any of my classes who would do better than the actual candidates. That scares me. What’s happening to people? How did we get here?”
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152755
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This story is falling head-first into a mud-puddle.
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1527126
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In the summer that my mother returned from wherever she had gone after her divorce, she and I moved to a large, old farmhouse high on a hill, far from the town where I had grown up. The farmhouse was over a hundred years old and no one had lived in it for…
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152730
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Theresa Esposito woke to the smell of pignoli cookies baking. The sweet scent made her stomach rumble. She was ten-years-old today. And she felt ten. Her hair, her ears, her eyes, her toes — everything felt ten.
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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