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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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the wind mistook your arms for wings
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She said, “I think I’m pregnant,” but I thought that the sidewalk looked cleaner than usual,
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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But I don't see the cabinets, or know how to put the 4 chapters he's talking about today into the drawers that are invisible, floating, above his bed he's been in for a year, me sitting next to him, becoming a spinster.
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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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someone left graffiti on the billboard
over: "God's a hard
act to follow"; the one that made the news
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It was only a dream. No one died, nor were they even harmed. So horrifying!
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We slept beside dripping glaciers
people like us
We were never meant to be housed
contained, kept, petted, cleaned
We could only be gutted
You used us one time
and threw us out
people like us
We sprouted the wings of desire
by watchi
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With a roar and short burst of flame, the dragon awoke, startled.
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—It’s difficult to say, he said. I have mood swings. Women don’t like that. They become upset.
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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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COLLEAGUES, ACQUAINTANCES SUSPECT MARK ZUCKERBERG IS A MASKED VIGILANTE
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I It's been there all week, Nose tucked into tail Comfort found between impact and asphalt II I'm still here logged out, still here Had it with the billboards the check engine light milemarkers... Just…
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When hadrons collide they’re not always Swiss. They may be cheese or neutral but that isn’t of my concern.
Look at them, touch them, feel them, the quirks of the antiquarks, masonic mesons, baron baryon.
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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As the four flew beside each other, they shared their stories and got to know one another. Soon they learned from the voice what was happening.
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.
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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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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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“Can you adopt if you work for the circus?” I asked her
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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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The print is not ideal, it's true.
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The note was a lie, multiplied through each member of its potential audience....
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beat them with fists and purses.
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my mouth is open, ready to bite your tiny toes
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