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1. Walking here
with you
on these narrow
strands
of clean air
& imagination
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151100
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Mezereon smiled his biggest smile at the princess, but to her it looked quite frightening; rows of gleaming, pointed teeth were what she saw, with wispy tendrils of dark gray smoke still wheedling their way out between them.
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15112112
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He would not take Prozac and talked Jesus to her as if from a bucket.
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15111210
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151110
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“We’re never going to get off the treadmill of paying ever-higher taxes," I said, "unless we get some creative suggestions from a professional bisexual tax advisor.”
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1511112
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They frequent the open oceanbut not on this daythis day is dark and dank after aheavy rainstormI wait for them to come back tothe waterthey don't comeI wonder where they hide duringthe stormthe gulls don't fit in tree holesso where, where are they?
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151100
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The restaurant was not open yet, but Ayane stood behind the counter preparing tea for everyone. She was quiet as she saw Hideki and Mayumi alone in a booth talking.
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15111311
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It’s possible to forgive the past its trespasses / stop seeing the future as a threat, reimagine / the present as a goal.
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151100
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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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1511154
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A delicate thrill buzzed my face.
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151121
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Father hands Billy a length of rope. Billy builds his resolve, fights back his tears, heads into the kitchen. It's time to become a man.
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1511117
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He flipped through a book of poems Ani’d given me. Nothing fell out so he tore it in two. I said his mama must notta read to this one and one of the older cops laughed and he hit me.
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151164
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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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151131
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I am calling to tell you what’s going to happen tomorrow.
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15101210
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We can’t be sure. Perhaps it is/
some slight exaggeration of one/
or several elements that steals our breath.
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151000
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Aquél que no ve brillar una escalera de Luz surgiendo de la piel de la tormenta, es que se esconde de miedo al pensarse inpermeable a su belleza...Mas luego lavará su rostro reflejandose en los charcos...o hará siembra de sus pasos al caminar por la hierba.De negro se viste…
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151042
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True facts about Redbeard the communist pirate.
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151022
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Jason, the obnoxious host, thrusts his microphone against my nose.
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151043
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You think about the first time you saw an axe
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15102412
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One can watch the grass green/
in response. One can watch the world green/
in response.
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151032
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Instead, I get things like,
“Why can’t you find a nice man with cancer or a bum leg?”
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151011
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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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151065
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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151000
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The old man moved on an automatic wheelchair. He stopped just short of Sora. He waited for her to move, but all she did was shed one tear.
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151011
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…like candy and puke on your tongue, the fakest broad ever, cruising like a busted prow, busted wheel, mast and stem, these stately wrecks and rotten flowers of perfume and the deadly bitchiness of the modern woman’s expectations.
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151055
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We pull up chairs. I breathe in her Bath and Body Works vanilla, read her paper slowly and aloud because the ears catch what the eyes miss. Her sentences are awkward, stilted.
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151010
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1. Lamia I slapped the venomous dream from his mouth before he could spit in my eyes; fuck him and his rage, fucking Tonton Macoute or whatever he was--and I got the hell out and away from that house and the fires that raged on all floors, and I fled…
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151042
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You want to get laid talking socks
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1510118
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I can’t decide whether I want to be buried or cremated when I die.
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1509114
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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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