1555 9 8
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Just beyond the corkscrew slide / the President of Egypt was bleeding to death
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1555119
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In the summer when it's light out later it's my nature to linger a couple of hours in the park after work, just standing around watching the Downtown Divas working the corner, offering themselves to each male driver who stops for the light and I always joke with them about…
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155520
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Time stole you from underneath the goldendock. Writhing there, slick as a flapping tongue;lips gored, red, whose gaping could embolden weak hands behind the blazing buck blade, long ago pierced in your summer quietus, beneath the soft shade of a tackle box, as the…
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155584
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I rifled through the bedside table until I found dirty magazines
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155543
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some days you wake up/ to feel horror/ wrapped beneath your blanket./
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155521
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This morning as I stepped out of the shower I was hit with a panicked fit in which it became urgent that I rid my flesh of each drop of water that burdened it. Not quite like the feeling of being…
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155561
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Fucking buffalo, the curse of the writer.
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155532
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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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155522
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Starry, Starry Night
we slept, talked and did the nasty
where I, in innocence once
built a raft of driftwood
to take me twenty miles across
to the shore from which we ferried
escaping my Father’s demise
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15551110
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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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1555108
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Unreasonable anger, Each hour prescribed
The house haunted
with good intentions,
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1555128
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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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155400
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Mayumi and Emi were in the spring’s together, center of the pool at shoulder depth. Emi stood in the center, letting its warm and clean air clear out her thoughts.
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155432
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15541210
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"S- E- X -- ever heard of it?"
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155432
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It's a tunnel, you know, like the neck of a bottle, the tunnel the hair comes up, it's coming out soon, I'm an adolescent now, dammit.
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155444
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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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155400
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“They’re not gonna shoot him?” Rick cried.
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155465
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I'm in love with Uzma Goef, a beautiful young woman less than half my age.
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155432
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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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155411
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feet soft as eyelids on the tarmac
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1553138
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If opposites attract, that might explain it, Doreen and I. Conjugally blissed through thick and thin. Forty some odd years. Since June of sixty five.
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155376
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men sitting on stoops
women earning the rent
by working as servants
in the rich folks yard
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155340
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They keep
shining
against each
other
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155398
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The Chicago to Denver fast train clocked 90 MPH plus, but braked hard on the long curve through town, sparks ringing flanged wheels.
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155322
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Sitting on the couch when we got cable television, on that first day. Pressing buttons that sounded like the slap that your attention span would take as you made your way through the twenty, thirty, forty channels. As you grew older, the amount of channel
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155376
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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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155311
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Love needs loathing like cold weather needs warm clothing. And all truths, untruths and part truths need a place to live when a mind gets too sardine-packed with information and cynicism...
Some say there was a time when the light was brighter, the ear
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155333
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He had a simple dream: He wanted to become a star, and not one of those tv stars because those die, those die all the time, and before dying they usually become terrible shadows of their former selves, vile creatures who exploit their own former glory...
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155342
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It was hard, in the crowded vacation house,
to make love as they would have alone.
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