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The war they wage fills everything with holes.
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160152
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jaws blossoming with drool,/ a captured wolf slinks low/ across the crowded land/ for that most tender lamb/ to catch it by surprise.
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160142
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Culloden County, MS - 1989 All Janine knew was the idiot had a gun. As to why he would ever need one was beyond her. He couldn't look dumber holding it, either. He was too small for it, or at least he looked that way to…
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160186
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You left for the glittery wild of West Hollywood. I guess L.A.'s off-limits now. My heart goes fucking tachy when I drive over Kellogg Hill past Forest Lawn and see the skyline glowing through the rainbow haze of sunset. You're out there, out in the…
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160131
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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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160177
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To tell the truth, I can’t complain. Look, lots of people have it tough. I don’t have it tough...
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16011814
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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1601105
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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160112
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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160144
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Charles tapped the anger management code on his steering wheel. He rolled down his street and saw Jack Watson throwing stuff into the trunk of his black Volvo coupe. He waved, but Jack did not wave back. Jack's face was blazing red. He looked like he might have a…
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160100
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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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160011
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1. Poor grammar does not sleep. 2. We'll never finish every idea we have. 3. No matter how hard you try, you still might make it into my book
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16001210
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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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160000
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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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160084
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God had decided to resign. Not even two weeks notice. He just resigned. Point blank.
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160032
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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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160043
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What follows is an interview George Bush gave to Barbara Walters in 2006. He came off like something out of a swamp. Dick Cheney made them deep-six the tapes and we never saw it on prime time. I got the transcript, however,…
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160081
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The thing Bentley remembered most about her was she had no body odor. None.
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160043
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The snow buzzes in the Ritalin air beneath Dairy Queen clouds
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160030
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my molars are dancing, tekka-tekking to the strung-out paint can groove of my heart.
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160099
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I’m from the Land of Sky Blue Waters. I grew up in a lake. I think I’m half fish.
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160043
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A story about convincing people to do things they don't want to do, written entirely in dialogue; originally published by CHEAP POP.
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160076
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will we begin again?We are a wheelFirst touchfirst kissfirst heatThey fade, disappear, come back again.Spokes in our wheel.When again shall we begin again?I hold you and feel myself spincaught in the whirlwind of thrill -the world, saturated with your scent.We hold each…
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16001312
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We discussed the epic poems/
and agreed to write a new one.
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15991212
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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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15991511
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The universe will fuck you over in the end./
That’s what it does, what it’s good at—
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159974
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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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159900
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Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
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159900
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"Nothingness had had enough. Nothingness had become militant. It had bought a camouflage jacket. It grew an afro. It burned its bra. Nothingness was pissed, and it wanted its stuff back."
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159900
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Mint upon my palate, I rub sleep infused eyes and crawl under the covers. Oh blessed sleep, please descend upon this body and transverse this fatigue. Eyes closed, bring a wavering blackness upon subtle lids. The conversation begins…
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