1512 7 6
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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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151298
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They articulate my failings as a human being./
They articulate my greater rage at human beings//
here for such a short time and at the precipice already
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151242
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...it's about female needs, Rex.
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151261
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Fucking buffalo, the curse of the writer.
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1512115
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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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151232
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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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151231
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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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15111613
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A woman with fallen breasts is attempting to hang her laundry on a string. Two tall men mount horses and ride them into the meadow. A squad of children wrap themselves around a playground.
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151166
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Divine guidance. That's why Dad used a blowtorch to set the jug on fire, its contents the “Devil's elixir.”
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151144
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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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15112314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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151132
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On shingle of seashells &
Bullet shells,
Ghosts drift along the shore
Of the Black Sea.
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151154
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“I’m going,” O’Bannon-Krim says with exasperation as she throws trinkets such as Dylan Thomas beer coozies and Edna St. Vincent Millay hair scrunchies into a cardboard box.
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151141
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Motionless seconds turned
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151141
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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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15111312
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Times were tough back then. Just a few jobs. This was in the late thirties. It's the story of how Albert hooked up with Iris. Their unlikely meeting took place when they met out on the Highway 61 right-of-way just outside of Natchez, Mississippi, each trying to hitch…
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1510136
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They often leave me dulled/
and wanting back my time.
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151087
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Study decay, says the Queen of the Underground.
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1510119
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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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151043
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some days you wake up/ to feel horror/ wrapped beneath your blanket./
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151055
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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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151000
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“They’re not gonna shoot him?” Rick cried.
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151032
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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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151062
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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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1510138
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Now, if someone is tellin' you that she had a date with Edgar Allen Poe, you might be tempted to say, "Hey, sister, what kind of drugs you be doin' for the last two days?" But I swear on my Aunt Boo's chastity belt that's what went down and with my…
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151076
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Anyone thinking they aren’t alone on life’s journey has their head up their ass.
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151076
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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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151033
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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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151011
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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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151055
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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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