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Things looked way too normal to be normal. The cold, gliding black eyed swans never once straying far from each other's wake, the cute blue jeaned lovers everyone secretly watched carefully picking their trickling way over small odd rocks and…
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Cat's ass was on fire. The roof was scorching hot. Her clothes were in a pile by the door that led to the roof. She was sitting next to the ventilation duct, her hands outstretched behind her, her knees bent before her. Jim was standing in front of…
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161554
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My wife broke the news to me. She enjoyed it, too, I'm certain of that. It was a juicy piece of gossip.
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161500
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Like some beautiful yet macabre puppet, she was suspended on strings of wire, painstakingly threaded tubing flowing into her cavities, through her chambers, around her mechanics.
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161521
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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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161567
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Except where its waves break gently,/
white frothed and reassuring along the shore,
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161500
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I was awakened by a disturbing dream. He was no longer with me and I felt afraid. Everything was cloudy, almost blurry. I couldn't see much in front of me, but I knew for sure he wasn't there with me. Then he said the words I feared the most “I don't love you.…
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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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Words darken with smut and irony over time.
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I have cherished the memory of that meal since and have sought out Indian restaurants all over the world. San later told me that the best Indian food was to be had in London
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161484
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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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161400
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It was like Azure was dictating the tempo of a song. Fluid in motion, and a story told.
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161411
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Barbie wore only her clear pink heels...
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161454
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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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161465
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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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161463
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It was only a dream. No one died, nor were they even harmed. So horrifying!
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1614116
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I write poems as if language matters.
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Living lower on the hog than anticipated
lower on the hog than previously expected
lower on the hog than desired
Living on the underside of the hog belly
pretty much bouncing on the ground
beneath the aforementioned hog belly
Living clos
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I realize the kid is still smoking. Shocked, I tear the cigarette from his mouth, throw it to the earth, and grind it to death with the heel of my boot.
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Cat fight. I rush outside and swinging my trusty broom I charge the rolling yowling ball of black fur.
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161411
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The highway stretches out in front of me, a black ribbon winding into the future; a collapsing probability of possibility connecting me with the past and through it to the future.
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161465
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With each step, that cold hand steals ever upward.
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161452
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Maybe this very short story is about shyness. Maybe. I'm not sure.
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161421
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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161343
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The print is not ideal, it's true.
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161376
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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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we're not at war / with the world. We have papers.
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The receipts all fell into the black leather valise he’d retrieved from storage that afternoon, except for the forty-eight cents, which wound up in the right front pocket of his jeans.
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