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You might want to think twice before inviting Henry David Thoreau to your next dinner party...
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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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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We can’t be sure. Perhaps it is/
some slight exaggeration of one/
or several elements that steals our breath.
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The email landed in his inbox.He'd been staring at the empty screen for a while now even though, really, he hadn't been expecting anything to arrive, yet there it was.He sat and stared, not daring to click it. He knew he shouldn't have sent a mail in the first place. He…
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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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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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We all need a place to stay.
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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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Santa’s stuck/you say? In the chimney of course./The lard-arsed ol’bastard struggling
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I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
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Her shoes, left uninhibited below, seem sad but understanding, and she is so in love with something, which makes me so in love with the idea of her.
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Dominic would show them all. That stupid "Welcome to Bessemer" sign was his. It was the pride of the whole damn town. No other target would do.It was the dead of night, and Dominic rode his bike to the town line. He briefly considered spray painting something vulgar over…
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she thinks she looks good in her short red dress, black makeup around her eyes, last night's lipstick a slap of crimson on her cheek.
"like this," she says, holding the hammer above her head.
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…she smelled of sunflowers.
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"I want more grandchildren to spoil," the woman said. Will took a swig of beer at such moments. Maxine only answered with “someday” and looked over toward her husband. She knew it was his fault, didn’t really know why, but blamed him anyway.
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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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“So, do you still think I'm hot? I mean, do you think men still find me attractive?” Jenny asks. This is never a good question to answer, much less entertain. I know this as surely as I know anything. Still, let's break it down. I am married. Jenny is…
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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it's the constant reminders of something that was never a constant remind her but i suppose there is no ticking clock on that which is wondrous and it was right right it's hard to come up with cleverly phrased universal truths and it's hard to make…
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The man was happy, filled with it, the happiest he had ever been. He was so happy that he felt he did not deserve it and he deflated.
A woman with apples for shoulders and an eep for a laugh told him that he did deserve to be happy and the man thought
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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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The dead horse on CNN
was floating there
in the floodwater
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his mother brought him to me/ when he was very young/ maybe a few months old,/ born in arizona july.
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I dreamt once
a child’s drawing of a house
all scribbly black crayon
swayback roof crooked
chimney. God, do you
remember how cold it was
that night?
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R just sent me a funny text:
Nice nice shit rainbows
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Roy Carver owned a big tire retreading outfit over on the Mississippi.
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