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Rothko and Stella loved the beach. To Jalapeno it was just one big litter box and for her it held no great appeal. She sprawled sunbathing on the dashboard lifting a lid occasionally to watch Lauren riding a wave. The dogs delirious with freedom romped and chased tight…
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“There’s enough food to last here a week.” Ferdinand assured, as a dingy wooden cabin came into view. They were on foot now. He’d insisted on forcing the car into a ravine, using a heavy rock and the last of the gasoline to drive it into a heap of rusted
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But when the KGB went out the castle window, what a surprise was waiting for them. Because we had lined the pit with a huge dung heap, and camouflaged it with a colored pink wrapping as if it were feathers, just like Cristo had done. We wrapped the shit p
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My dad was an Army Reservist stationed in the U.S.—New York and Texas—the bugler in his corps. He golfed on summer weekends at Hazeltine in the course of his career. I had seen houses water colored prettily within the lines on L.S.D., after noticing not
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there’s more to life than poontang
but not when you’re sixteen and
your hands are full of heavy breasts
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papaya over-ripe displayed on the half
with spoons sticking out -
” very ripe, tastes good “
blue crabs cooked with lavender
i was sniffing a spoonful when the chef came out
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Perhaps they serve/
a God’s twisted will//
as they accelerate extinctions
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"I wanted to see cities whose names sounded like sad sighs...Oaxaca, Guanajuato, Reynosa, Camargo..."
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Strength & Luck By Nonnie Augustine There was no food in Ireland for young Patrick Kennedy who'd known nothing of blooming. So he crossed the wintry sea in a bucking, groaning boat to Liverpool. Once the damn ship docked in…
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Clouds quickly appeared, in a perfect peach sky. Big, puffy clouds, moving together, formed the shape of a heart.
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Too many sparrows flit and twitter here./
Let’s go inside. The sky is far too big/
and the sun bears down on us like searchlights.
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She looks for the obit, can't find. Over and over, looks. Nothing. Nothing except something touching her shoulder. Follow me. Corridors, doors, along and along, no time to notice that this last is the stage door — she was so suddenly there in the blare and…
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Don’t break things, I add. And he looks at me like I’ve broken everything else.
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When you say they were too big, too wild, they weren't too big to be giants. Giants are meant to dwarf things. They can't help it. They're not trying to make you feel helpless to give them a haircut. They just grow fast. But they…
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"I found a dead bunny one morning. This was about three weeks ago. Its tiny round pom-pom of a tail was missing."
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and like the want
of weather, we walk away or come close
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It was entirely my fault, misreading signals. I have a clumsy imagination, mistook your gushing about my boobs as a soul connection. Then you said something about us being lovers in a past life, and I remembered Bobby Bubion from high school, his strategy for…
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"..squeezing her eyes and mouth tightly."
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In exactly 100 words, I review the cracks between my keyboard keys.
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Floating in liquor only to drown the next morning.
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He sits, a large man with a walrus mustache, pondering a gold telegraph key.
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The bathroom faucet is leaking again. Do they make diapers for faucets?
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“Somebody told me you write books.”
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“I guess I'm enchanted,” I'd written on another occasion.
“Then why don't you ride out here and save me? Is your horse lame or something? Maybe you could just kill me and make us both happy.”
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Azure felt tired of all her problems remain unresolved, and she felt this was a good opportunity to get one out of the way.
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Ah, how sweet is forbidden fruit, how delicious undiscovered sin!
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In the darkness, as I awaken, an orange glowing 3:45 greets me . . .
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We do the work of fixing people like him?
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Only blood I got on me was pulling him over onto my seat when I got out.
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