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It hangs unspoken in the sadness he pushes through his harmonica, while his hands work the old, beat-up guitar that tries to be a Gibson for his fingertips.
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This writers' conference (sponsored by VQR, which had run its banner ad atop the Fictionaut home page in the summer of 2014, which begins to explain both my attendance and this essay) revealed itself as an apt subject . . .
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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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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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I'm getting self-righteous here, Dear Reader . . . [hey! wait a second! this is my diary! what are you doing, looking at it, dude! Hit the road! Scram! Vamoose!]
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It was uncomfortable to realize people had agendas. That there could be invisible realities.
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I am no different to her, living seven days ahead
of myself, looking forward to looking back,
as we Irish do so fondly
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The tech turns off the music. The capsule blares. I am in Jurassic Park with Sam Neill. I am Timmy, descending the electrified fence, almost toast. I am Karen Silkwood, a deer in the headlights, then showering off plutonium. A garbage truck is compacting
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It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle.
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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I wrote this piece after I told the originator of the youtube video "Mieders Alpine Coaster" by David Jellis how I felt watching it.
I admitted I was a voyeur not a participant, but that his video fascinated me to the point that I needed to write ab
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No king of Ithaca, but of each/
whining, banging, dust–clouded island/
of focused, physical work
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True facts about Redbeard the communist pirate.
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I wondered if Mr. Slane even knew/
how many dogs he owned
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As the four flew beside each other, they shared their stories and got to know one another. Soon they learned from the voice what was happening.
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under your skin the moon is alive
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My eyes hold my mother. It's not easy being human she tells me. She always told me. Sure, but the stories are lovely. We all know that. We generate the tales, tell the tales, kiss our children. Live on in their eyes, though, don't…
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I imagine you in the States,
pushing stacks of work papers and our memories
to the side, sense your enjoyment that
you won’t see the worry of your
behavior reflected in my eyes again.
That you can buy and bang and be
whomever you want,
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146811
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President Kennedy’s national physical fitness program tried to reverse the incoming tide of obesity, but for many it was too late.
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Margaret will take her seven away from his raging Irish hammers slurry Saturday night honks smashing red eyes. They'll board a secret train countryside bound where they sing the songs of her own dead Mam who lived poor in the world but…
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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This is the most frustrating kind of amnesia.
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Your Uncle Howard and I listened to Dutch Reagan re broadcast big league baseball on WHO Radio when we were little. He'd call the play action off the wire complete with sound effects. The son of a bitch turned out to be a Republican...
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146754
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Cornelius van Linjpleel discovered and excavated for himself a lone Etruscan tomb not far from Populonia in 1898.
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Not only half-full/
but stress-fractured
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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
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The man's dog slipped away one night. He left soon after.
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