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" I have no idea what's goin on out here, and I'm gonna find out one way or another."
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You think about the first time you saw an axe
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The arrangements of lights on the cracking towers are a segment of Orion’s belt, the handle of the Big Dipper and a section of Andromeda’s spine.
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Art books, paintings, antique chairs, marble tables, full length gold gilded mirrors, oriental rugs, tapestries, a Louis XVI painted French armoire, a wrought iron Deco coffee table, flat ware, silver flasks, mantel lamps, iron gates, a silk settee, theat
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"Now, I'm not no Holocaust Denier . . . I just think it was a little bump in the road! Like Reagan said about Watergate . . . 'Mistakes were made,' and all. Well, shoot . . .…
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chains across all the old doors
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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This was before the cancer, years before. He did this every day: up at five, before Astrid and Max. Four cups of coffee in the machine. A bowl of granola. Five hundred words. Five hundred words no matter goddamn what. Five hundred words on Sunday and Chri
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First he wrote it in wet cement at the intersection:
“Tad Loves Kimberley,”
with a big heart around it.
He was real proud, you could see.
But then later on that year, the graffiti began
appearing everywhere, on all the store walls:
“Kimberle
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The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
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1. HeWomen's heads turned when Remy stopped in the doorway — as they always did. He noticed — as he always did — but paid no attention as he scanned the room. Too nervy to care. No sign of Fiona. Good. It paid to be the one doing the…
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W here do you think you're going
what'll you think you'll do
running down this highway
that you never even knew
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There were only six passengers aboard the small ferry...
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The bullet split her head in half before she could finish her sentence. Her blood sprayed out onto my face and covered my lips. The taste of life as it suddenly ended.
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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It’s so uncomfortable being an Angel in a sack
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Blend the dog a drink and sit down beside him and draw straws for regrets.
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Suppose Eve, strolling through the sunlit Garden, had not stumbled on that particular Tree at all, the wily serpent twined in its lower branches?
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She said “I have to go”, he answered with his eyes “Don't” and they stepped closer to each other in the kitchen, a step on the tiled floor, the remnants of their tea cold on the counter top.
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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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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From this distance, he reminded me of a sleazy pink flamingo, waiting for feeding time at the zoo to deepen the timbre of his feathers and hint at the promise of a narcotic aviation before his commune of hens.
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"Why, before the summer has passed
You won’t remember her name. . ."
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I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
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. . . the empiricism of the mechanical had wound tight into her, lessons her few calendars could never impart without aid from sundials, hourglasses, clocks.
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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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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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