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A woman posted a story on Fictionaut about discovering that her husband was a werewolf.
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we name invasive species,
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You think I don't know, that's your whole stupid problem. You don't believe in anyone. You must enjoy living in a dark lonely universe. I don't know if you know or not about the lights that live in your own head, but I believe …
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The aisle, nave and/
transept twist themselves/
into an auditorium.
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she shivered in the ceasefire like a virginal nude brought to life.
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He is leaning back against a pillar watching the dancing; a spectator to joy – both planned and spontaneous – that’s unfolding in bodies fourteen and fifteen years old in front of him.
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Palms planted firmly against his temples, Travis paced the room like a caged animal. Giant black bats screeched in his brain, their pointy wings scraping at the edges of his cranium.
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Sure my man. Show me the token I’ll show you the slice.
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I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
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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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I fear my personal information travels the World Wide Web/
and mad Ukrainians will steal my name and wealth./
I fear the fiscal cliff and raising the ceiling on national debt./
I fear a death by taxes.
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We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.
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The way each intersection in a city where you’ve lived a while becomes layered with personal archeology.
The cafe that replaced a liquor store you avoided, and the friend (or lover) you broke up with there,
and the way on the day of the big fire you
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The catchy tune and cloying lyrics/
nonetheless etch their patterns
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Mark Reep is a faded Polaroid oracle taped to the only unbroken window of an abandoned house in Ithaca NY.
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I still see Big Mama leaning over her garden to pick a zinnia to put in her still life. Her old pink slip, hanging diagonally a foot under her hiked up, ragged, stained dress, half covered by her paint smock, which matched her white, faux fur, bedroom sli
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Somniloquies rise like the drowned . . .
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My ChurchThe white dressThe bridesmaidsThe friends, the familySadnessMy church knewno music
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Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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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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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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“Choices overwhelmed us,” Thomas continued, years later, “like waves crashing.”
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The thing Bentley remembered most about her was she had no body odor. None.
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Scientists have discovered what I already did once on dope
way back in the Sixties.
There are so many other earths out there
that they are almost infinite.
Now in our other lives we have to
shuttle from planet to planet
reading our poems. And
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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No one had told the newer tenants that the dead would be given votes, and they were in an uproar: it wasn’t legal; it wasn’t fair; it was creepy.
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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