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At times we rarely desire to be where we are at home quite as much as we desire to be where we are no longer.
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He injected her with a sedative to keep her still. He projected himself into her narcotic dream, a small bar with tango playing from a jukebox. They were dancing.
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there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer
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151564
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Saturday afternoons: tartan blanket spread on the pebble beach, transistor radio hissing static, fish paste sandwiches and seagulls. Why fish paste, Mum? She didn't dare ask.
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Ego bereft of consistency Betrays a heart hungering to toll. Unable to trust its will Or harbor imaginary gods, It gains a hold melding into a role whose proven viability Can give convincing cover To buy time to fabricate An identity that feels unique, Yet…
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The car was a two-tone black and white Chevy...
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1514115
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In the darkness, as I awaken, an orange glowing 3:45 greets me . . .
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It was one of those weekday mornings in early spring when Marjorie and I could wander from chapel to chapter house with only security guards for company.
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151411
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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It's cheap beer, but cold
you welcome that rushing hiss and the following
long drink of chilly wetness washing away
the parched, dust dry, cotton mouth
of grave-digging in the desert sun
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The drop is like a hangman's drop, an executioner's, but farther and longer, perhaps three or four seconds.
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Now, this boy removed his socks in front of me, on the chair beside my desk where I read my books, and said: “My toenails aren’t shaped properly.”
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Listening is loving.
What is more erotic than
these fathoms, skeins, words,
roping tight the ardent ear.
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Treasure that first love. And that first heartbreak. Don’t let it be the last thing.
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It's come down to this: you're a grown man afraid to face his own son. For the past few years there has been tension;…
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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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Tent City has gone quiet. There is a deadline. I heard it on the news. I’ve never thought about the word before. How in this place it means what it means.
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The alphabets will disappear.
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Light youth
that
barely touches the
ground
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I've got an appointment to see my shrink next Wednesday. She's pretty sharp. Not bad looking, either.
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Life is not always quixotic.
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years later, she won’t go near the trees
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There is no life here, only a bleak slab of frozen desert and a sorrowful wind that calls for me to venture out.
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We do the work of fixing people like him?
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First of all, there was no snow. I seem to remember that. And there was no Christmas tree in the house.
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I caught her a-feasting with her eyes and smilin' at that Jesus- haired Waffle House cook, Dennis Roy, again and I said, “Merlene, my tiny kitty-kat, they's no reason to carry no torch for him ‘cause he may not be with us very long ‘cause, if you notice, they's no…
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We deny one another, here,/
as long as it’s plausible.
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"People are stupid. They've always been stupid. But these days...." His voice trailed off. "Dumb and dumber, huh?" the Boss asked. Peter nodded.
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