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Lucy shrugs into the corner of the train's seat. She envelopes her IPod in both hands as if she's praying or holding a conch shell: safe, secure like when she visited a Morcombe beach in the school holidays. The only giveaway's the white headphone cord.
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"In the grave my lips will still be moving."
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Ghosts//
and the voice of God/
never actually visited you
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“You need to keep a close vigil on your X-Ray binaries from the Sun. The star and its blazing temperature could spill over at its outer-most edges. The material would be such a high temperature; it would destroy all life on your planet, and…
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The Plaza had a chess-board floor, green wood booths, and the lights stayed up. I might be combining a memory of Fitzie's in Binghamton. The Plaza felt like a preppy soda fountain with beer.
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Polite society will cheer/
as another body is discovered//
and disposed of. The cheers/
will drown out the gasps
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157122
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I'm living where I've always lived, in Georgia.
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There was a hole in my tooth. It wouldn't let anything go.
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“I’m making a dress,” she said, feeding the pages through the sewing machine.
He didn’t know how to answer. “Are those my books?”
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What time is it? 3:47. Adam says before 5 is too early. Maybe he should stay home with our daughters once in a while. Let’s see him make it to 5 o’clock. It is Friday. I’ll mix it with orange juice. He never notices.
I better check on Debra.
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Bill Watterson isn't just the creator of the world's best comic strip. According to the book “Looking for Calvin and Hobbes,” a biography of the elusive and reclusive cartoonist, Watterson is also a world-class introvert. Watterson refuses to make…
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the frost has made all tender greens bow
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My playing would falter languidly, and transcend itself like a wishful Nocturne
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So I told her
think of it this way:
you’re my unlived life.
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What fascinates me now is now, this instant, this moment. This fugitive, this delinquent, this indiscreet, this forever elusive now. Now now. Now is now and now it is not now. Now is the adversary of time.…
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They wanted to go fresh water fishing, so I had to buy worms. None there in the saltwater town. Drove about 10 miles over the long bridge to cross the bay. I'd been there before. Walked in and a crusty, little skinny man got up from his chair. He: Watcha need? Me: Fresh…
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The goose on the roof isn’t aware it is doing anything odd...
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It was that pink lipstick found
on the end of that brown filter
yeah, think it was an Old Gold
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Her eyeballs are made of fur, like plush little bumblebees at home in her sockets.
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This was just noise now – pure, raw noise, grabbed from their throats and flung high by some sharp claws of violence buried in their breasts. Even from his third floor apartment, they sounded like they were right outside his window now. It was if they h
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Getting answers felt like it was not enough. Madam Mayweather wanted more. She wanted to hurt someone.
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It is hunting season
in Jersey today.
They say
“There are too many deer
in Jersey today.”
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157032
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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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157041
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Motionless seconds turned
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He's driving in the Sierra Nevada with his wife and their small daughters and the girls are fighting and he can't take much more of it.
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On a trail, Richard and I came upon a saguaro cactus that had dried in the shape of a human figure. Its arms were lifted and its back was stooped. I said, “It looks like my mother.”
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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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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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The next moment is a convergence made from a single repeating sequence that disappears behind the voice that tells of it.
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