1487 10 7
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For you have waited. And waited and waited. And soon your slice of bread will be ready.
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148700
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Ever since they switched from paper scripts to the little rubber balls branded with code I have been inundated with sickness.
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148731
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Your favorite nickname
existed only in the bright red
cherry smoldering
at the end of your smoke.
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148654
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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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148633
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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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148622
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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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148686
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My wife tells me/your dog has vomited/
on the carpet AGAIN!
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148630
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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148653
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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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148654
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But I don't see the cabinets, or know how to put the 4 chapters he's talking about today into the drawers that are invisible, floating, above his bed he's been in for a year, me sitting next to him, becoming a spinster.
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148533
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Excelsior: A Poem in Nine Parts Preface: Musings on a Lighthouse by an Eastern Isle (Suggested by a painting by Mario Larrinaga) It is bright tonight; this plain, displaced from place In Time's broad flight, yields…
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148522
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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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148555
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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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148584
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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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148562
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It was only two days before Christmas. Jonathan remembered his mother crying.
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148574
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I don’t know what to do with all this money flowing from my books.
It’s burning a hole in my literary pocket.
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148521
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On the other pillow is a ladybird which escaped from a dream. It reminds me of when I was a tiny red polka dot. And then bigger, and other colours. And then… I stare at the ceiling, searching its soul for little things. The ladybird touches my arm, whispers…
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148520
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You held my hand when I hit the ground and told me the shakes would start soon.
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148500
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The day I met Griffin Burns was the worst day of my adult life. However, it wasn't a series of unfortunate events, one mistake which followed an unlucky break which followed a bad situation; nothing …
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148574
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The Judge waited for the perfect wave.
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148583
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Every ten days, the Decadent Sisters assembled for dinner. Although raised together, they were each very different...
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148521
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1485127
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14851310
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You should never have believed your daddy when he said a man with half a dog was better off than a man with no dog at all.
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1485108
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The best thing about being a cowboy is the cows.
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14851511
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Early Spring, 1075, Northumbria: Judith, too ashamed to speak, too angry to cry, waves her handmaiden away. She wants no food. Wind drives icy rain across the thickness of…
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148597
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Out in the world again, pretending to belong.
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148565
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When I first started out in my working career, I made it the habit of obtaining jobs with companies that were about to go under. (I wrote more books while on unemployment than by any other method.) I was a real bloodhound at sniffing out the pre-dawn od
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148454
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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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I loved without marriage and the men loved without divorce and we loved a twenty-four-year-old eating and how gracious she shone over a tame bottle of beer.
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