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No jagged bits of crust were thrust up/
through the prairie’s black gumbo/
to give us cataclysmic mountain views.
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160243
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Write power
like a purring kitten
eyes wide
without an idea of exactly
how small he is.
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160200
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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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160274
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we're not at war / with the world. We have papers.
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160211
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Her mother sighed, fingering the faux-pearls around her neck. Barbara's neck tensed, almost as though the hair on the back of it would stand up: Here comes a platitude . . .
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1602104
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I hold them to the light...
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160200
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I struck up a conversation with the cricket. We talked about Super Nintendo and cookies and we fell asleep on the boulder. The next morning, I woke up and offered the cricket a donut. He enjoyed the donut thoroughly...
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160240
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"Dennis," she started "exactly what the fuck are you looking at?"
"Your tits" I replied.
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160244
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* Dedicated to Bernie MaddoffThere was a long line at the men's room.You know,when men reach a certain age,there is an urgencyto their frequent trips.So I saw an opportunityI said:" I know Bernie I can get you in.""Really?," they saidbut I played it coy"It ain't easyBernie…
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160200
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The door shuts slowly to something that’s allegedly mine
and it sits there and waits until I come home
just like you.
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160263
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—Frank, how is your sex life?
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160187
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You are an heiress to drunks.
The statues of your forefathers stagger,
memorialized by gravity, their faces
half-lit eternally, as they reach into refrigerators
for another something
to keep away the cold empty.
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160120
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With a roar and short burst of flame, the dragon awoke, startled.
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16011414
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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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160120
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She dips a toothpick in ink, running prick over paper, simply to prove herself wrong.
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160121
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The Mojave Desert remembers Ron Paul
With tattered billboards
Scraped and clawed by vehement dust
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1601115
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I didn't believe in hiding secrets or broken arrows. So I told my new girlfriend, who in earnest, tried shedding pounds like ugly memories, who glued herself to my shag carpet, watching exerise videos--that I didn't sleep alone. I tried to be as sensitive as possible,…
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160022
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Mo Dean woke up sober.
And tired.
Tired of life, of soiled pants, rash, vomit, and whiskey sweat. Tired of holes in his pockets and blisters on his feet, of hanging signs asking for dimes and getting only pennies. And most of all, tired of the police.
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1600104
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The next day I can’t recall at all, a waste, like the flash of twenty years of my life, faces that pass you like comets in some erogenous unnamed zone of night, but they got me in some isolation room with my wrists in leather restraints.
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160022
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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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160063
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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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160095
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I fully intend to show Hamilton the delights of soft Oriental carpeting and a delicious new position I learned not long ago. It involves a silk scarf, a leather strap and some aromatic herbs.
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160074
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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1600148
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His wife had just come from the gynecologist and was toying with her French fries.
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160021
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Now you are a raving bare-forked fool madman with nothing.
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160010
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This must never get out in the press, for it would cause widespread panic. The priests would surround my house, not to mention the police and possibly the army. Castor Desayuno has come back from the dead!
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160000
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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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160011
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“Can you adopt if you work for the circus?” I asked her
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