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I said hey man, how you doin’? He looked up and nodded but his shades flashed and I couldn’t see his eyes.
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My work is not that sexy and glamorous kind of time travel that you see in the movies with Deloreans and phone booths.
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“You haven’t been listening, have you.”
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The woman abruptly closed her legs.
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The gaunt broken man walked with short quick steps on the uneven path.
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—Well, are you having an affair with Jack Mahler?
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There are stories I will not tell, stories I shudder / to remember. You'll forgive me for withholding them from you. / You may, of course, not tell me everything about yourself either
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A white room is empty but for you, a card table and a chair.
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“You. There,” said the fellow, pointing his gun like a dead finger. “You believe that water saves the soul, don’t you?” Thomas looked to the other boys for an answer, but they didn’t know any more than he did.
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He did many things for love: Once he placed his tongue in his boyfriend’s nostril during sex, because he seemed to have read in the internet that this was a “thing” among the younger of their social class...
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The boy grew frightened when his grainy wooden skin began to melt, every fiber humming and softening.
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money ain't nothin next to lovin.
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I was driving by with a dampened eye
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7:23. The grid abandons us.
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I came late to sunrise. The hills were lit / with goats.
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On the street / The protesters stand / Yelling words empty as wind
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That is a pretty damning statement.
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Big Girl always stops on Talbert Hill.
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Ghosts//
and the voice of God/
never actually visited you
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It happens. Someone blows something off, someone else forgives it, then tat for tit and verse visa, and you’re missing someone’s wedding because you thought it was Thursday and they didn’t mention it to you anywy, but you’re still BFF and don’t
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#2 The Typewriter Inside You by Harmon Gentle—I found this one at a garage sale when I was 15. Intended as a manual for sharpening one's typing skills, by the third chapter it became obvious that Mr. Gentle's sanity had slipped, and that rather than mastering the…
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Summer bakes the metal playground slide to ripples. Still, kids line up. Sadists, all of them. Lucky enough to choose pain. Max feels it every breath, unwanted.
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It was a wake-up call. A sign that I needed to stop and ask if I was making wise and sensible life choices.
My iPod was full.
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We write poetry, but are unable to calm ourselves. We need more men of the world (like you) who are not too much amazed by experience. Men who can lead a dual life. Who have sexuality but remain detached, whole. The bodily, the sensual, easy give and ta
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Looming ahead was another polite suburban party at which, after a couple of pops, I'd say something that embarrasses my wife in front of her girlfriends. Or so she claims.
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She wheeled more deeply into the office towards Mason’s desk. Keith hurried to the desk and pulled the chair out of the way for her and a sat down next to her. She was blue-eyed, pale and completely hairless, which made it difficult to guess her age.
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It was a strange mood, unfamiliar, not one of her usual “I'm busy wrestling with my personal demons” type of moods. She'd been steeped in it all day and I, like a shipwrecked victim reaching out for any piece of flotsam…
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We do the work of fixing people like him?
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Over the years, Morgana had grown. She was so much more than what Xavier remembered. So much different. She had an astute, almost shrewd air about her. She didn't seem nearly as fragile as he had left her. No, she had an eye out for herself now.…
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the neighborhood glistens, silver,/
in an otherwise sad November/
light
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