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1450109
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I ran into Tanya at “Pearl's” — maybe it was still called “Big Balls” — over in the Stockyards (Ft. Worth) in '72 and right up front we both admitted to loving honky-tonks and “done me wrong” songs which is why we were there…
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145043
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“106 more miles,” she said.
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145001
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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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145083
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145053
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under your skin the moon is alive
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145000
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Warranties are what made America great, although hers has expired and the mailbox will remain empty for another fifteen days.
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145011
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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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1450104
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feet that would run until their soles were pages of Gideon’s Bibles, worn too thin to touch
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145000
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Bobby took one out and looked at the date. "July 1965. Does that mean anything to you, Ma? Carla, T.J.?" Bobby handed the paper to my mother. "Why don't you spread it out on the counter to see if you can find something that he might have wanted…
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145065
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Infinity occurs as an afterthought, for discoverers like Columbus as for countries like America.
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144985
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It's all over now, Baby Blue...
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144997
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After lunch I left my office and trickled along like a slow leak, a notch above meandering; gravity had become a lateral force that pulled me forward.
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144920
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Some people hate Waikiki. Not me. Most hotels had lounges with live music, either inside or around the pool. Evenings were spent bar hopping up and down the strip, Kalakaua Avenue. The bars stayed open till 4:00 a.m. It was safe to walk…
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144910
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Row,
Caps of white,
A salted escape
beneath reflected light.
Brother, remember those old lies?
I’m off to sea to make those things right,
now.
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144953
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Either it was rescue--if the customer was alive to be found--or recovery, the term for bringing out the dead.
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144911
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Sleep left him like a fragmenting illusion. Suddenly, he was awake, like something pressing but fleeting had awoken him. Once awake, though, all he had was silence and stillness. His pulse quickened, his…
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144910
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Marissa sat on her knees placing her hand on Alysia’s head. Her eyes held back her tears as she watched her daughter’s eyes shift back and forth.
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144921
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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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14491612
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He was losing his fight with
malaria, but you would never
know it from his dreams
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144800
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Two angels walk in a dark cloud arm in arm
discussing the nature of good and evil
Walking along in flowing robes now that nakedness
is forgot, and they both stare at the same eternal thought
with their heads bowed as serenity is the only thing
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144865
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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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144874
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Once again there's too much to handle and
no space to process
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1448146
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He hates this body no less now/
than he did at 14 for its pudginess/
and the hair that can’t conform
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144833
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I contemplate the words that did not make it; the lost ones. The words deprived of their moment in the sun. These words. These words that are not part of the story.
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144885
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I dreamt once
a child’s drawing of a house
all scribbly black crayon
swayback roof crooked
chimney. God, do you
remember how cold it was
that night?
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144832
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“There is no future in art,
you will not change lives
with flowery words.
Please don’t rock the boat”
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144811
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I never could run properly. It’s kinda hard when you’ve got scales all over your body and a big fat tail that gets in the way.
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144831
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We sat quietly in my truck. My lit cigarette twitched between my lips. Samantha and I stared at the front door of Planned Parenthood in Worcester.
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144842
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You want to get laid talking socks
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