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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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165963
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N-n-never screamscold a cat.
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165931
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The poppers, the Viagra, the chorizo – all had been ordered and all had arrived.
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165920
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You beckon me with an aperitif.
The Kir Royal tingles, its bubbles tickling my nose.
Its subtle black courant pulls me into your smile.
I drink from your lips the champagne-tingle of your kiss.
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165996
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The old lady from next door had been really quiet for the last few days.
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165952
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When a multinational big box furniture store opened just off the expressway outside the city selling all the same products at greatly reduced prices, they contemplated the possibility of closing their store.
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16591010
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not of time, but of all the clocks/
that tick along toward the end/
of all the possibilities.
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Sleep left him like a fragmenting illusion. Suddenly, he was awake, like something pressing but fleeting had awoken him. Once awake, though, all he had was silence and stillness. His pulse quickened, his…
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16592114
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I don't believe in symbols
but there's a hole
in my living room window
in the shape of a bird
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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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1658146
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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165854
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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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165842
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True facts about Redbeard the communist pirate.
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165863
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My poems have appeared in four different publications; three have died shortly after they ran my stuff. Coincidence, or something more sinister?
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165800
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But here it was, Friday afternoon with Deborah checking MySpace for interesting bulletins or messages before she made some weekend plans, finding a blog from Fred posted that same morning with two simple sentences.
"I know. I've known for a long time.
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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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165811
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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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165831
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Nothing is ever hoarded in our house, everything is eaten.
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165895
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The instant you remember
gratitude
with enough focus to spring free its power...
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1.As fast as that I wake to astonishing desire. I'd met you at my parents' house just the weekend before but for them (them the drained students trying to relax, refill before their afternoon sessions) you are the stranger in the room,…
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165732
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Remembering Ginsberg
who howled through just about everybody's idea of the real weirdo poet
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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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165754
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Facebook just hit me with an ad for coping with memory loss, probably because I just turned 63. As far as my favorite social media site is concerned, I am now an Old Lady. When I asked my Facebook pals who are also Seniors what kind of promotions have been turning up…
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165733
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They look like giant golden raindrops, or flying saucers, or peculiar fish out of their element
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165755
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There was a certain romanticism in it, the salty old man sidling up to me at a bar, rhapsodizing in a slurred stream of conscious about the state of the world, the country, the state of his own heart. He didn't have an eye patch nor beard, nor was he…
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Mint upon my palate, I rub sleep infused eyes and crawl under the covers. Oh blessed sleep, please descend upon this body and transverse this fatigue. Eyes closed, bring a wavering blackness upon subtle lids. The conversation begins…
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165763
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rockstar, moviestar, literary supernova – burning out before all the planets are declassified.
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We are young
That’s all we’ve got
We take drugs
We smoke pot
You got mugged
And I got shot
We are young
That’s all we’ve got
I want you to love me like it’s midnight
Midnight, midnight
Yeah, your mama wants you home
But she knows
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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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