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The questions we ask ourselves define who we are as a culture. “What is the meaning of life?” “Is there a God?” “Does anybody really know what time it is?” “Where the hell did I put my car keys?” To see what…
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They were
obviously having
some secret
beach affair.
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Going to the candy store at night in the section of town called Kalliope. Riding bike, trying to get there before it closed at ten. Getting candy at that little store with the glass containers and the rows and rows of candy. Getting milk there…
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Sleep never fades away quickly. It has to be shaken off, layer by layer, before reality can reach you. That is the way every morning works for me. There are some days when I will sit at the edge of my bed for almost an hour, shedding remnants of dreams
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She took a deep breath. Last night, she said, Who was the woman?
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She drinks a chocolate martini. I fold myself up and slide into her pocket.
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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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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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Gravity? What does that have to do with writing or with this improbable tether of blue marbles?
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“I would like to keep my head, at least for a few more nights. Didn't you say we were gonna have sex one of these days? Isn't that in the manual?”
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Takashi and Hideki stared at the pool of grey Mana. A scientist carefully contained some of the mist into a container.
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You stand in the mirror. You see yourself. You stand sideways; your profile is always your best. You tuck in your stomach, you stick out your ass but it's the same. You stand face front. You shiver. The mirror adds weight to your already sagging breasts, the wrinkles…
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These little things, they are the hopes We were waiting for, they are everywhere. I made this one just for you. Call them feathers. Call them roses. You'll always See them if you need them. These Little things carry the good news…
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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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The old lady from next door had been really quiet for the last few days.
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It's good enough. Spacious. Then the cards but I am not for cards. Sasha directs the people, helping them, at ease and happy even. Strangers that have found a common denominator in games. A brotherhood and sisterhood I can't understand. I watch. I see green…
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But his muscles fluttered and off he flew
leaving the stink of barnyard on the sheets.
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They were just boys, the Nazis I mean, young in their twenties, not much older than my brother Cyril.
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There's a large tunnel that runs under my house. I can only estimate but it's not deep below the ground and that's what worries me.
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I can't take it bird by bird because I have neither.
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I did do one nice thing for you
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It’s possible to forgive the past its trespasses / stop seeing the future as a threat, reimagine / the present as a goal.
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It was the middle of May when I found out my teacher was screwing my mother.
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I dragged you that last half mile Me such a slip of a thing, one bite mark visible You the bear, your growl now only audible When you furred from kerb to road to kerb The December snow followed us Dragging Christmas red behind you As I ignored my…
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Billie Holiday and I want a cup of coffee and they tell us to go fuck ourselves.
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The cat wound itself around Megan’s neck, its purring curling through Megan’s consciousness. She was the cat and then herself, both things at once.
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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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At 7:30 that evening my brother knocked on Parker's front door. When I went to let him in, sweat was running off Darrell's head like he'd been hit by a water balloon. The air was absolutely unmoving, and there was the smell of tar from the asphalt in th
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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