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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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Maybe our whole generation is going to hell, but I’m not getting any younger or better looking. Life’s too short for the missionary position.
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When it was sticky cool at night, he'd pull her hair up off her neck and spin it like a pinwheel. “You could be anything," he would say. “You could be a preschool teacher.” She waited for him to add, “For dragons! For wallabees! For…
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It was more than just taste/
more than a point of view/
and oil and pigment/
that painted a store front church/
a box with a cross in a vacant lot/
that welcomed desperation, faith/
and imagination.
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There is just something about a thin, white cotton v-neck t-shirt, he thought, as he ran his hand over bleary eyes and dehydrated lips. He wanted her, as always. But he needed just a little more rest. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. It…
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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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“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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Swatches of Chinese silk in vivid red and lavender fly through the air. My granddaughter in her mid-thirties reaches for the cloth. I see in her mirror a shape forming; a slim, gray haired woman with a spring in her step. I pause to admire my reflection and pass over the…
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1962, What I wanted was a Levittowner rancher like my best friend had,
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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The water lapped against the sides of the small boat, their rhythm all that I could think of. Sweltering rays beat down, frying my flesh, the insipid salty breeze that occasionally stirred my only relief from it. Gulls circled overhead, like white ravens,
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There are no inspirations./
There are only the things I like/
and the much more numerous//
things I do not like.
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When they tell you to choose your last meal, it probably hasn't dawned on you yet.
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Fear the air and fear the fire./
Fear the land and fear the water./
Creation is out to get you, speck,
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Ty speed-walked down the long ass tunnel that connected his “A” train to the NJ Transit bus, which would take him across the bridge, where he'd splurge for a cab to take him home.
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your words that came crashing over me/
so cold the clear shock was like salt water
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They could occupy the space//
left by creatures larger and more/
evolved.
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Words are looking ever so strange today
like a hole in space
a wind in a cloud
a face superimposed over a mountain
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Tiny was my daughter. Or what was left of her. A mucous-y chunk of what was once in my womb and then wasn’t.
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He'd sit or stand, as if this was common
to see: in the street walking by, such a man.
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In the house by a kidney-shaped lake, her grandfather was speaking to a stranger about a foreign war that had never ended, had spread close to home.
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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Mort’s hand-mind suffered electrifying-absence-emptiness; no wife.
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Each evening the man allowed himself an hour of fresh air. He and Prickles would situate themselves on the tiny balcony overlooking the same street, a blanket bundled around them both for warmth. These were the times he liked to talk to Prickles the most
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Get comfortable with criticism
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She also castrated her cat. All by herself...with her Swiss Army Knife. And not with the blade either.
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Rumpelstiltskin cried
because you belong to me;
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"So, how did you know my name?"
"I read memories." i said
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