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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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Byron's achievement, certainly quite remarkable, is to have raised the drunken monologue to a literary form.
Edmund Wilson
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159543
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We all need a place to stay.
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159531
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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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159533
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I contemplate the words that did not make it; the lost ones. The words deprived of their moment in the sun. These words. These words that are not part of the story.
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15952016
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The night before his mother's teeth began chattering.
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159581
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The thing Bentley remembered most about her was she had no body odor. None.
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159500
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A customary phone call from home. What are you doing she says? Playing football I retort – what else. The usual sigh and a faint giggle followed. Much unlike how it backfired back in the late 20’s and we were going to make it the reason to break up! The p
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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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I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
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1595109
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Catherine, after another haunted, bewildering morning wondered if there might be a way to hide from her nightmares. Was there a way to trick them? Shouldn't she try? She drove over the bridge, something she didn't often do, to buy…
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159531
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On the news they said that there was a baby born in a stable. There are rumours that he may be the son of God but initial reports are unconfirmed.
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... and photos of friends from former lives: the Wolfman; Drac; the Mummy; my ungrateful Son; even my gold-digging, coat-tailer ex-wife.
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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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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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We can’t be sure. Perhaps it is/
some slight exaggeration of one/
or several elements that steals our breath.
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159452
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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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159454
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The war they wage fills everything with holes.
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Six months later, she was teaching theology / to refugees from est.
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If you work with the public, you're stressed. Unreasonable customers. Demanding bosses. Reduced staffing. I love my job, but the workload is tough and getting tougher. What can we do to keep our spirits up?Play Customer Appreciation! It's simple. Assign a point value…
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When I heard that my brother was going to get married, I was more surprised than anything, but also awed by his courage. Our sister, named Baah Baah during a particularly bad recreational substance binge by our fun-loving, aristocratic parents, Nancy and
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Its intelligence won’t be/
diminished when you take/
a bone saw to its cranium
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They meant no harm when they flooded farms in its swirls and eddies
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159411
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On that balcony, on every other day, she practised her other, more worldly religion - gardening, specifically sunflowers.
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159452
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That contraption he’d invited her to pedal, somebody oughta market one of those. The closer you got the harder it got, and her feet kept slipping off the pedals. It was maddening.
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159461
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I do not know what zinzins is, what a zinzins is, who zinzins is.
I do not want to know
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159400
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We were a perfect match of broken pieces of flesh and cobalt. We moved in waves of couch plastic crinkling and clicking.
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159431
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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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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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