1662 7 5
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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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166231
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I am calling to tell you what’s going to happen tomorrow.
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166133
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166122
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The man and the woman looked at each other almost shyly. The man flicked his eyes away self-consciously and looked outside, seeing the clouds in the distance, the smaller buildings…
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166164
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It was entirely my fault, misreading signals. I have a clumsy imagination, mistook your gushing about my boobs as a soul connection. Then you said something about us being lovers in a past life, and I remembered Bobby Bubion from high school, his strategy for…
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166155
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i am either lacerated /or ill at ease / continually subject to gusts of life
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166122
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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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166153
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It was midnight. I was outside the cottage, digging another row of star-shaped holes for the shrubbery.
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166153
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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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1661106
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There were only six passengers aboard the small ferry...
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16611510
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I didn't hear your last words or see your lasteyes. I didn't reach you in time, so I sat by your corpse,silently saying goodbye. I am in that process,not sour, not sweet, that yoked speaking which can't(because the heart won't let it) utter its whisperedlast word, but…
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166140
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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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16612110
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The fly comes in against my will/
and hers. She would prefer/
the wider world with its piles of shit
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166121
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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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166000
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"Do you know how long they've waited for you?" Elle asked. "At first, it was every day after school, waiting at the windows. They wouldn't go play with friends because they wanted to be here, in case you returned. Then, they used to believe you would come
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166052
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I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
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166065
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I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
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166041
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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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16602314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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166001
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I followed the curve of the etched Koi, its filigree scales arcing across a taut midriff toward the indent of her pierced navel, where a collection of water lilies drifted on the surface of her skin.
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166066
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The Misses Moses by Brad Watson from Aliens in the Prime of Their Lives The Moses sisters lived together, alone, in the fine old brick house near downtown where they…
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166053
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166040
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166030
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Blend the dog a drink and sit down beside him and draw straws for regrets.
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166043
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1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
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166084
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The coal carts come and go like the seasons, never stopping.
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166050
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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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1660118
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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166032
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...Heroin. It helped them get through the tricks and sucked up their flesh.
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1659114
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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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