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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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Weight of faithlessness...
Mist
Of bodily
Existence
Grave expectations for the future
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I let go of my properties, my work.
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I feel so glamorous when I talk to Andy on the phone
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He is an exercise in humility:What I cannot have or be. The chances of our meetingand his perfection are darkly astronomical. There are plenty of otherswhose riches I cannot have,why envy him?We are similar in spritbut have different fortunes.It is unfair and…
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A young woman is seated center stage. She is pretty, dressed in a short nightgown. She sits nervously, her body tense and expectant.
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The steady sound of shoveling for the past three hours would have woken her, should have made her come to the window...
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Everyone gathered around Karin with the Mana Spirits. She wrapped her arms around her waist, staring at the ground.
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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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Too often, Calvin's willful head finds its way into his hands.
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Bottom's up, mon cherie. On land, I'll grab mine with two hands. But in water, boy, I'm weightless and turning, a regular fish -- afloat, flopping, deboned.
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"I was born very far from where I'm supposed to be. And so I'm on my way home."--Bob Dylan I don't owe you anything. If I'm a recluse what does it have to do with you? I have the right to be poor. Some things cannot be explained away by letters that…
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years later, she won’t go near the trees
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our eyes misted white as goatskin
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Your usage of the English language / is awkward and passé—
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Alcohol and American writers have always had a connection–about 70 percent of American winners of the Nobel Prize for Literature could be considered heavy drinkers if not more.
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Detective-Sergeant Claude Mulvihill was seasick. He was in a New York City Harbor Police boat in the East River headed towards the George Washington Bridge. There was a good chop in the harbor, which became worse when the Police Boat reached the Battery.
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He boasts of administering regular beatings to his wife and claims that she enjoyed it.
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This was looking down from what we know as The Grassy Knoll.
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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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“Has a letter arrived for me?” Billy sat on the third stair from the bottom, drumming his little hands on his Spider-Man pyjama bottoms. “Dad!”
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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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At first we thought we could get by using honey so we all stormed the SuperMart and cleaned the shelves out of Suzie Bee Honey. First the jars and then the squeeze bottles, but it wasn't the same. Then Mary Sue yelled out “How about brown sugar?”…
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Look around you, see what you have built.
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sometimes i have to be in the other room
just so i can breathe easy away from you.
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It is not unusual for farmers to see the future before it’s begun—but I am not speaking here only of the need to hope but more. . . .
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They followed the crow up a hill, where lights were at its brightest below. The teens stood frozen in time.
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“Is truth real?”—what a time for such a question to emerge! Such an elementary question, too, a pity no one was asking it two days ago.
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