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Saturday morning, and I’m pushing the old truck a little, chasing retreating bands of cloud shadows along a winding hilltop road.
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Throughout breakfast Quebec kept watching this investor fellow, John Lytle. She tried remembering something about him, about when they'd first met. Her first impressions were very nearly always correct. But all she could bring to memory now was that it
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I bit her ear and /
it was burnt toast
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Have you ever spent twilight in a old pasture?
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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How they all beat the small drum/
of the word within the world
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Content may contain ordinary, everyday, and all around average happenings.
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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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“The beginning was good. That’s what he likes. The moment when you’re driving in the open air and your hair is flying and your skirt is whipping up around your knees, and he’s smoking, of all things, and happy and looking at you."
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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He was choking on the fumes.
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I worry for the daffodils/
and there optimistic yellow bursts./
I worry for the over-eager clover,//
prodigious green on crepe myrtles,/
even for the early green of nut grass.
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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unwrapping
the gauze from her wrists....
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A new philosophy stirs in its surgery.
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“Let me in,” I begged.
“No. Get back stinky feet.”
“I washed them.”
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Can you see the rut? Can you dig your fingers into the flesh?
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No one had told the newer tenants that the dead would be given votes, and they were in an uproar: it wasn’t legal; it wasn’t fair; it was creepy.
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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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Published writers will tell you that the most important thing you can do as a beginning writer is to know your markets! So this month, we'll talk about two of the markets open to you and your riveting but as yet unpublished prose -- Fling Magazine and Clubhouse…
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Everybody called her The Crier because from time to time we would hear her crying.
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Beautiful boy! I am doomed / to have attended your presence; / time consumes us, but you / have changed so little...
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The best thing about being a cowboy is the cows.
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I sat at the kitchen counter, aware of a heaviness, a numbness, in my flesh, my bones, my mind. My dancer's body -- short, trim and 108 pounds -- felt as huge and unmoving as the…
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There she is. A paper doll of me. The dress, the lilt, the self-hatred. The crowd thins and swells in want of a scene. Conversations begin, pretend, then halt. My gin and tonic sweats into my hand and I lick at the…
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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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Her funeral was scheduled for the following Monday, and of course Claudia would attend. Trouble was, Monday was a workday for my parents. So when neither Mother nor Claudia could find somebody else on short notice to keep me, it was decided that I would a
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It was only two days before Christmas. Jonathan remembered his mother crying.
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