1660 2 2
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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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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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166055
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i am either lacerated /or ill at ease / continually subject to gusts of life
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166022
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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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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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166020
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The sighs of the nearby shore came to me through an open window.Wave after gentle wave caressed her broad, sand crusted skin. Mesmerized, I lay still.The in out sound of breathing now filled the room.Your warmth enveloping me like the satin…
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1660129
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anxiety
said Kierkegaard
is the dizziness
of freedom
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16601510
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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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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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166054
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The coin, so little, the watch chain, the youth, the fading softening speech, each hand and finger, the panic modeled on your own eyes, the ashtray, certain stumps along the way, the long distance, the odd feather, the jazz rope gone,…
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166086
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If I seemed disappointed after our conversation,
then, for the record, that was never the case.
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165933
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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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165998
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drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
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165965
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I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
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165920
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A shadowless torpedo shaped form plummeted from the grey, overcast skies upon the many unsuspecting. No remote pilot thousands of miles away guided this particular descent.
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165901
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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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165921
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A look flashed across his face as if someone had hooked up his genitals to a car battery.
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165921
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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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165943
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1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
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165975
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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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165984
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The coal carts come and go like the seasons, never stopping.
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1659188
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Jesus is for sale. But he’s heavy.
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165922
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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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1659118
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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165854
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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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165852
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I walk through nameless
streets, narrow and winding,
past shops selling scarves,
spices, skins.
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165854
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I found the hand eight months ago, after I planned to grow a meadow of tiny yellow blossoms in my yard.
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165843
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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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165853
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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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16582314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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