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I wander toward the midnight dock
a neon sine curve stabs my eyes
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163685
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Today clouds were dancing on the moon
Moon had a fit but drew in a breath
And let out a sigh
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163644
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I want to ask him why not now, right here on the living room floor when Rosie is out for the day. Instead, I suggest Sunday afternoon. I can make grilled cheese sandwiches and we'll eat them on the veranda. I'll take off my tennis skirt and unbutton my...
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163695
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The world doesn'tend just becauseyou want it to.Bonus poems:The Poet(Series 1)by Darryl PricePoet in a TreeYeah, well, it's not up here either. Although the everything and nothing view is nice. Only because it doesn't have any abandoned cars in it. I'm…
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163676
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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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163621
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There is truth you can’t escape or say any other way and expect it still to be truth.
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163631
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He came to a spot on the edge of the strawberry fields where he liked to sit with his brother and watch the turkey buzzards circle overhead
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163643
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Her back turned, she wanders off
searching for the way home
wringing her hands,
trying to think, but thoughts
evade her.
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163600
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Since when has it become a crime to walk about a neighbourhood? No one will ever convince me that it 's okay to follow, harass, or approach any unarmed person with a gun and shoot them.
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163677
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"We're practicing," she signs, "for an earthquake."
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163666
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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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1636107
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The tech turns off the music. The capsule blares. I am in Jurassic Park with Sam Neill. I am Timmy, descending the electrified fence, almost toast. I am Karen Silkwood, a deer in the headlights, then showering off plutonium. A garbage truck is compacting
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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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163521
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The supervisor, sensing the fear in me, pats my hand and says "Never you mind! This is normal in the tomato. Every few days we rile up, make sauce, and regrow again. Have you ever been in spaghetti sauce before?"
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16351410
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The knees remind you: you are old,/
and broken, and unlikely to improve
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163500
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The sun was at the edge of the earth. The shadows around Ayane and her friends brought the creature closer.
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163542
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True facts about Redbeard the communist pirate.
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163521
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The leaves were meaningless because they were no longer connected to the trees.
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163521
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Looming ahead was another polite suburban party at which, after a couple of pops, I'd say something that embarrasses my wife in front of her girlfriends. Or so she claims.
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I miss Mother gentling the small of my back. She has forgotten me. Her little girl. Whose thumb she fussed over when a rose thorn scratched it and blood spilled like a secret. Whose smile she said was her morning sunshine, whose hug was incense. I yearn for her lips…
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163520
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Vegas is turning out to be my kind of town. Easy money, free booze, and everyone is too overstimulated to realize I’m broadcasting right into their noggins.
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1635146
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R just sent me a funny text:
Nice nice shit rainbows
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163511
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Zorro lived in his mother’s basement until he could get back on his feet.
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163554
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My wife broke the news to me. She enjoyed it, too, I'm certain of that. It was a juicy piece of gossip.
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1635126
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because you pay/
for it to matter to me.
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16351817
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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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1635114
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The flash of love was real, the life within her was real, and the main thing now was to climb.
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163552
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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We knew this year would be different because we bought bikinis. We had never worn bikinis before. Our swimsuits had always been shiny one-pieces with stripes, or polka dots, or tiny yellow fish. Not this year. It was a hot summer and the department store was overly …
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There are stories I will not tell, stories I shudder / to remember. You'll forgive me for withholding them from you. / You may, of course, not tell me everything about yourself either
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