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The trees would answer with a creak and a crackle.
Fall was near, a rotten apple.
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14161914
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Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.
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141631
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The drapes are closed against the sunlight, but Ginny can feel someone in the room. She peers through barely open eyes so as not to let on she's awake. She adjusts her position in a way she hopes mimics sleep, turns her head to the side. A woman…
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I might wish I was anything
including some dust on the shelf
where maybe I might blow away
unseen like the coming of rust
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141686
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Mrs. L. was sitting on a love seat in her nightgown. She was sitting in a man’s lap....
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141611
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After years of unsustainable binge spending and a global economic semi-meltdown, most people have had to cut back on their expenses. Many folks are struggling to make do in this new and bewildering economy and we are all learning to live on our means, rather than beyond…
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141695
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I fear my personal information travels the World Wide Web/
and mad Ukrainians will steal my name and wealth./
I fear the fiscal cliff and raising the ceiling on national debt./
I fear a death by taxes.
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141664
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When he smashed his plate in my lap, the dog hung around, licking my wrist and hoping that he would get some milk, too. With my luck, he'd jump in the pool, getting grass clippings all over the edge. My nails were sharp that day, I had to cut them, and I did while…
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The cataclysm of all those photons/
mad to be a part of you
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14161310
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There was something about his eyes that seemed more sly than happy. He looked like a teamster winking at a mayor who’d just paid him off to keep trucks rolling through Scranton.
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141621
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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1416108
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A man comes out of the waves
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1416168
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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew
leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.
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141600
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Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
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141611
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I have hired a relationship consultant. He helps me through conversations with my wife.
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141600
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... and photos of friends from former lives: the Wolfman; Drac; the Mummy; my ungrateful Son; even my gold-digging, coat-tailer ex-wife.
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141632
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My twin sister Ilene has recently taken up with a man named “Darrell,” who is a member of the Shriner's Fun Korps, a motorized paramilitary group.
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Of all the authors in the library, it was a wife from Maryland who called out from her marriage dormer I was not to read her.
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My ChurchThe white dressThe bridesmaidsThe friends, the familySadnessMy church knewno music
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141522
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Someone shoved over a table. A little girl started crying.
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141500
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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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On the plains there are no cliffs, no vast mountain ranges to persuade us that we were somewhere above the world. Yearning to escape the pull of the Earth was the big dream of a plains boy…
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141533
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You compare the brightly-colored wires sprouting from the bandage wrapped around your stepson's head to a bouquet of flowers. The tech sits in a chair next to Brett's hospital bed and holds up line drawings of common objects: cats, boats, skyscrapers,…
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141513
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After he got on one knee, and she said, I do. After they watched the televised bombs disappear the city. After everyone fell asleep. After shock and awe, him and her making love…
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141543
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Don't throw earth on bones.
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I’m not dog-like in any sexy manner, like a Wolf Man who kills livestock and lurks in the shadows on the outer fringes of society, mouth bloodied at the tips, and waking up as a fully functioning human naked in some field. Instead, I lurk among rows of cu
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"and I turned to you, at some joke we shared,
and saw winter ease its hand,"
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I guess at the end you’re only
looking forward. Or upward actually,
since you can only lie there on your back
looking upward, straight ahead toward infinity,
your mouth in a grimace, with the ghostly
pink lips peeled back from the teeth.
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