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I want to ask him why not now, right here on the living room floor when Rosie is out for the day. Instead, I suggest Sunday afternoon. I can make grilled cheese sandwiches and we'll eat them on the veranda. I'll take off my tennis skirt and unbutton my...
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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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1. Poor grammar does not sleep. 2. We'll never finish every idea we have. 3. No matter how hard you try, you still might make it into my book
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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes
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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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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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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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With a roar and short burst of flame, the dragon awoke, startled.
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This story is falling head-first into a mud-puddle.
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The rocket shone in the distance. Cape Canaveral had never looked so pretty.
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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew
leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.
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I sat at the kitchen counter, aware of a heaviness, a numbness, in my flesh, my bones, my mind. My dancer's body -- short, trim and 108 pounds -- felt as huge and unmoving as the…
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Trigger warning: casualties of war.
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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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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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We are all in big trouble. Here's some fiction to let your soul experience the beast.
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I would fly drones with hydrochloric acid sprays/
over their squadrons and watch the disfigurement/
begin. I love disfigurement...
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The moon hung in the sky, round and pale, under cover of some wispy clouds.
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If I should wake/
before I die,/
just shoot me through/
the one good eye.
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...That flash of horror as well as the lie that replaced it were mirrors of sorts and both told the truth.
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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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The artist leans back in his chair, smoking a cigarette
after lunch, looking away from the table toward the right
He is dressed in white, and he's practically stretched out
his entire length, to relax after rowing the boat all
morning. Sunlight
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Zorro lived in his mother’s basement until he could get back on his feet.
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“There’s no real freedom in this world. But a car and the open road is close enough for government work.”
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I worry for the daffodils/
and there optimistic yellow bursts./
I worry for the over-eager clover,//
prodigious green on crepe myrtles,/
even for the early green of nut grass.
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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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