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the memories return like they do every year at this time
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138784
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even from the moon our planet’s truth has not been seen.
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138700
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Gravity? What does that have to do with writing or with this improbable tether of blue marbles?
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138741
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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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138711
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I would open an eye, waiting for it to absorb the scant light in the room, and I would see her on the far edge of the bed, the topography of her hips now a battlement to keep me at bay.
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138710
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Desire stirred into the liquid reveals
Cold ice smoking colder,
As you pipet these channels of my heart.
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1387152
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It was Fredrick Miller, not his murdered son Matthew, who was executed Monday night at Henshaw Prison. (the system won't take anything under 200 characters, so this part is just to take up space. please ignore)
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138700
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THE LAST THING I WANTED, expected, or needed was to be standing in the doorway of Carly Ray's room, watching her clutch a picture of her father, my old friend Beryl, up to her face. She is so tiny, but at the same time there is something very adult about the way she looks.…
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138731
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We sat quietly in my truck. My lit cigarette twitched between my lips. Samantha and I stared at the front door of Planned Parenthood in Worcester.
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138742
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You want to get laid talking socks
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138632
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Remembering Ginsberg
who howled through just about everybody's idea of the real weirdo poet
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138653
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and watched you grinning from your opulent spinning cages and although you were never less than always remarkably perfumed, toappeal I'm guessing to the sniffing about masses, to me they've…
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1386115
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I enjoyed the talking part though
rambling on and on for lord knows
why or how
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138633
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I said, “If this rose doesn't grow another petal in twenty minutes, I'm burning down the neighborhood.” “Just let it go,” said Paul. “No,” I said. “That's what's happening right here.” “You'll try again next…
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138632
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“Hi. I’m Rita Bates,” I had said. “Can I sit here?
The boy who introduced himself as Thomas told me I could, so I did, and his friends all introduced themselves in turn. Around the table there was Bev, Ernest, someone whose name started with an F – maybe
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An old man in overalls with rags on his head known locally as Bo Peep made his way up from the black side of town to the white. After listening for a few moments, he shook his head in disgust. “Boy, you can’t play them blues.”
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138621
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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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138662
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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138644
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He keeps saying it,
babbles the term like he knows what it means
and we wince and interject with mama,
mama,
mama,
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138621
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Mutiny is the last I remember.
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138600
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They look like amateur beavers, all twenty-seven of them on their knees, gnawing through frosting bark. My wife is taking notes on a huge purple flower, listening to the kids as they shout out what tree corresponds to what flavor.
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138653
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under your skin the moon is alive
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138665
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While the head of the KKK stands by
for the next order, ready to mete out
punishment, and smoking a cigar.
They are so efficient, like ex-Nazis.
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138653
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Buyers of freelance writing have a well-deserved reputation for responding slowly, thereby increasing your pleasure in much the same way that the Pointer Sisters longed for a slow hand.
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13861411
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chains across all the old doors
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138612
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"Would you mind if she took your empty seat?" The stewardess said. "She has a phobia."
"Oh." Archie's dimpled chin fell, then a smile broke above it. "Not at all."
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I wander toward the midnight dock
a neon sine curve stabs my eyes
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138661
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When the sex that is new and promising in its awkward moments is over, you turn to him. You expect that he’s figuring out a way to leave; the parts of you that know wait for him to stand up and put his clothes back on, quicker and with more eagerness than
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138577
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As spilled on a sandy Corona del Mar beach/both in moonlight and starlight so lovely/and strangely sad as if receding still
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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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