1660 4 3
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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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16601814
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The phone rings. The oven beeps./
The locomotive whistles and howls.
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16601411
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chains across all the old doors
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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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166021
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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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1660157
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I fondly remember those warm, weekend evenings at twilight on the beach. After the frolic of the waves flattened, sending the surfers home and, after the last bait was spent, sending the surfcasters away, I'd set up the little, foldable, 3‘x4', rectangular stage I always…
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166000
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I was looking for an inn to get a cup of calf soup before jacking ribs at the mutton joint. Feng calls, running numbers on an engine zone out in the valley.
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166053
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166087
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How many shadows in your soul? Close your eyes, my love, let me / make you blind as the wings of a drenched, drowned bee.
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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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166084
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The coal carts come and go like the seasons, never stopping.
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166022
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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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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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166030
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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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165941
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Pinnacles
State Park
lying on our backs
stoned on hash
around a campfire
looking up at the
clear see-through
blue green stars
to the other side
of the universe
I know now
you are out there
I float up to
within 2
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165987
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there’s more to life than poontang
but not when you’re sixteen and
your hands are full of heavy breasts
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165932
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The daily slog on public transit is a battlefield. Tensions are often higher than a presidential debate, but throw a wrench into the gears (or a tree branch onto the tracks) with any “severe delay,” and add in one or more of the below faux pas, and we’re
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165998
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"Sara, do you taketh it with your eyes?"
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165986
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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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165974
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Easing her hand with her other hand.
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165977
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If something hurts enough/
you never forget it. Like the//
toothache when you first learned
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That won’t kill me, will it? I asked. Maybe, the doctor said.
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165921
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It is like truth on the battle field. Muted
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165977
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They say that inside the veins of every Bohemian
lies an entire army of dead alcoholics.
I suppose this is true of me too.
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16591312
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Forty years later he was still her Romeo, she his Juliet.
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165931
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Your favorite nickname
existed only in the bright red
cherry smoldering
at the end of your smoke.
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165885
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Snipers wear camouflage clothing to avoid being seen. It wouldn’t do for a sniper to be seen because then the sniper might become the snipee.
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165864
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My mother moved her things out of my parents’ bedroom into the attic guest room. When I asked where guests would sleep, my father said, “Matthew, don’t be an asshole.”
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165874
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I don’t know what to do with all this money flowing from my books.
It’s burning a hole in my literary pocket.
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