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Most times a vertical word balloon floats before him.
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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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Infinity occurs as an afterthought, for discoverers like Columbus as for countries like America.
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I am a human resource, batteries not included
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Only last Friday, he was introduced/
around, smiling, healthy,/
a fine young man.
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. . . he wants to organize society into its most efficient configuration with everyone thinking alike and willingly cooperating. Only then, he believes, can humanity reach its full potential.
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My tongue kept me from fitting in with the latinos. I understood little Spanish and spoke even less. No one really believed I was Mexican, and they kept me at a distance.
Or maybe I kept them at a distance. Living with
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His grandmother's recipe called for the pasta dough to be beaten with a bone--and not just any bone either. It had to be a human femur. This was his first hurdle. Where would he get such a thing at this hour in this part of town? Or, for that matter, at any…
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Motionless seconds turned
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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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The slicing is easy. Blade barely touching skin, flesh separating into two clean parts. A breath, and blood fills in the space, an old friend materializing in the shadows. I am redolent with hope and desire. I can't stop thinking of how he excised himself from my…
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—Well, are you having an affair with Jack Mahler?
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What follows is one of those moments, though to some people, it would seem a fantasy, perhaps a "Wizard of Oz" era tale.
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—So much for a cocktail at the tender hour of twilight, he told the empty beer bottle.
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Stars fat as the stars that Van Gogh painted on his easel in Arles, a ring of candles burning on the brim of his hat. Stars that fill the night with delirium.
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Francesca is a sweet girl and everything, but her incessant doting on Paolo is best left private . . .
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Until the ivy hides me in
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This story* is brought to you by
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Cockroaches in bed was the last straw. Alicia was sure she’d swallowed one in the middle of the night . . .
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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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My life was growing on me like a soft Scottish moss
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I have known a head become / a callus, matriculate, stop / shaving, move to Vegas
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Last night, in a tavern called Wits End, we dropped quarters into a console, sized and shaped like an old TV.
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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Read signs sometimes and you just might get where you're trying to go. When Eddie suggested they stop for a Whopper, Dennis said no. "Fuck Burger King, man. Let's get that Wendy's up there." They got…
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They look like amateur beavers, all twenty-seven of them on their knees, gnawing through frosting bark. My wife is taking notes on a huge purple flower, listening to the kids as they shout out what tree corresponds to what flavor.
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Fucking buffalo, the curse of the writer.
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Gert sat in the car and wiped at the inside of the window while the defroster blasted at full strength. The shards and slivers of ice that networked across the windshield were just thick enough to hinder visibility. Bane wrenched the door open and shoved
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