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"do you know what your problem is when it comes to girls?"
she must mean other than the fact that they're all
completely insane. or at least all the ones i've dated.
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147130
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white-gray mounds persist
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147111
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The waves assisted in pushing him forward, until he reached the dry sand. He saw a small resort town ahead. The lights were out in the businesses and homes.
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147121
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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147163
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It’s that laugh of hers that gets me...
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147144
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Charles tapped the anger management code on his steering wheel. He rolled down his street and saw Jack Watson throwing stuff into the trunk of his black Volvo coupe. He waved, but Jack did not wave back. Jack's face was blazing red. He looked like he might have a…
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1471125
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Beneath their feet bedrock stretched a hundred miles
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147076
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I read it all wrong. In writing her novel, I thought Marilynne Robinson was writing about twins — writing, in some way, about me. Instead, these characters, Lucille and Ruthie, were standard sisters, one older than the other. In fact, Robinson explains th
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1470215
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I didn’t give her enough skin. The world will always hurt her.
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147086
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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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147031
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"She saw they were absorbed in making faces at each other with a smartphone app that enlarged a mouth."
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147075
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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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147011
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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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147044
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I assume the shape of a pronoun.
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147010
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“If Sir would observe, the storm welt, a shoe for the big occasion, a shoe that will guide sir through the dismal passages, a shoe that will roar in the face of adversity and …”
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147073
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Who ever saw an open upright pop bottle on the street?
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147064
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I pull into the parking lot and see a group of roosters squawking and trying to overturn an ‘87 Pontiac Bonneville that's caught fire. They're pouring whiskey down their throats. They're weeping over a bag of economy sized frozen breast fillets.
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1470148
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One of the drunk men, a dear friend, hunk, as he updated me, now living the existence of a poet, called from San Francisco to say he would take the plane to Minneapolis, do it, then leave me to raise the baby.
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Today I'm feeling fertilized by an egg—
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Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
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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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147086
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in late fall, Rome, sans wind, sans rancor,
sans sand or rain, sans hate ...
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146944
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Moore doubted, perhaps, that readers could sympathize with a man who had killed someone for a cause or a girlfriend who forgave him. Perhaps she felt that maiming is (not) worse than murder. Perhaps she decided that the story should be about that.
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146984
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(the vast preponderance of dark matter and dark energy discernible in these latter days begins to suggest just how dark the humor of existence is) . . .
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146952
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Jojo dolls & basketballs
a mindflex & pick-up sticks
Parcheesi and—no, not Parcheesi
a supersoaker, a Care Bear
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146950
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The dead horse on CNN
was floating there
in the floodwater
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146988
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-Love is a rushing
of blood
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146975
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I got a sixth of a cow in the freezer
That’s not meant to be just a teaser
I guess all I’m sayin’
Come on home and you’ll be stayin’
Cause I got a sixth of a cow in the freezer
Got a rack and a half of ribs
I ain’t tellin’ you no fibs
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I write poems as if language matters.
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