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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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1510119
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For Sale: Clean Depends, Never Worn
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150962
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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150910
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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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150955
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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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150961
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Fucking buffalo, the curse of the writer.
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150996
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New waitress/bartender
draws my attention to
bare ankles and red hair
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150976
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Anyone thinking they aren’t alone on life’s journey has their head up their ass.
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1509115
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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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150910
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["LIKE SAND THROUGH THE HOURGLASS ... SO ... ARE THE DAYS OF OUR LIVES!"]
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150920
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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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150955
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Black bugs are falling, fluttering down
like big, black snow flakes.
Two bugs, almost always,
sometimes only one.
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1509104
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The aisle, nave and/
transept twist themselves/
into an auditorium.
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150965
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Infinity occurs as an afterthought, for discoverers like Columbus as for countries like America.
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1508107
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I have known a head become / a callus, matriculate, stop / shaving, move to Vegas
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150832
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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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150833
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They look like giant golden raindrops, or flying saucers, or peculiar fish out of their element
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15081613
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The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
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1508119
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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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150841
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Joe Don followed the route taken by an increasing number of Texas teenage jocks whose football glory days are prematurely cut short and joined his high school's Cowboy Poet Squad.
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150800
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Sacrificial vic bleeds out . . .
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150822
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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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150810
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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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150833
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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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150811
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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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150831
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There was no one there, but the smell of cooked bacon permeated the hall, triggering borborygmus in his stomach. He loved that word, but not his empty stomach.
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150887
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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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150843
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the start of what you predicted
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150853
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Dear Ray Bradbury, yesterday
was my thirteenth birthday, and I could not stop thinking of the
Mennonite girl in the milkwhite bonnet,
the squint of her eye, the twitch of her anxious finger on the trigger,
sudden holes bloomi
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They often leave me dulled/
and wanting back my time.
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