1504 10 7
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I have known a head become / a callus, matriculate, stop / shaving, move to Vegas
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150432
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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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150461
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Fucking buffalo, the curse of the writer.
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150462
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The sting of a slap will be remembered, as will sex, or at least a fragment of it, such as the face of a man in your room who tied your hands with the belt of your plush terry bathrobe.
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150474
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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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150496
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New waitress/bartender
draws my attention to
bare ankles and red hair
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150440
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As part of an online writers ”interview” series, I decided to deviate a little from the norm and do my first interview with our housecat, while I await my first ever conversation with an actual human.
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150420
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perhaps because they were holding hands and sharing tears; perhaps because the moon shone so brightly; perhaps for no reason at all; but both the Coriander and Isabella felt a surge of hope so strongly that both smiled a genuine smile.
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150431
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Your Uncle Howard and I listened to Dutch Reagan re broadcast big league baseball on WHO Radio when we were little. He'd call the play action off the wire complete with sound effects. The son of a bitch turned out to be a Republican...
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1504127
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1504120
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Jody wakes some days with pieces missing.
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150343
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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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15031210
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"S- E- X -- ever heard of it?"
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150310
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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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150300
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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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150355
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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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150355
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150376
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Steven was a hollow tree of a man — outwardly normal for a tired fortysomething, but empty inside. He lived alone in an old farmhouse that reeked of decomposition and Lysol, the previous tenant having left a dozen skinned raccoon carcasses in the attic.
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150310
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Now Ninalee gets up from the table. She starts to put some snacks in a bag for Janny and Benjie, and some storybooks in there too, to read to them in the park: books about trains, mostly, and there’s one with a bus and one with a car...
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150321
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In the graph of life or death, two axes will inevitably meet. Will it be as jarring as two sharp and well-hewn axes colliding?
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150363
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You say we will go together to the park and dig a shallow grave and atone for everything we ever did by breathing soil deep into our lungs, and the wolves will leave.
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150372
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When Mr. Hawk died, he discovered something. Heaven was like being the library forever. Hell was like being in the library forever. Only one of those places had Ava Gardner.
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150387
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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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15031613
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Our beautiful currencies and stamps/
disappear into the digital vortex/
of accelerated appetites.
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150343
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the start of what you predicted
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150211
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of Jim Beam when I was maybe fifteen. Or anyway old enough to admire the lesson.
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15021613
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The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
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150232
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The summer I turned fourteen I wanted a job so I could start saving for a car. Actually, I had a job, but it wasn't much. Seventy-five cents…
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150210
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“Bound to happen,” Marny said. “The way he went on; no doubt he'd end up like this.” Few folks sitting around in a one room shack. Walls were weather stained slats; the door, the only opening. Their fans flapping the air in their…
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150232
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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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