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I take her hand. More grey dust rolls off the arms, over the railing, into the wind. It’s embarrassing and I let go. I think she told me to throw them away months ago.
I rub her bare thigh. She laughs real soft like. The corner of her lip curls up.
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(the hourglass has not gone digital, oh no,/but these days, silicon is in with the sand)
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Keiko covered her arm while holding the staff. She looked up and saw morning breaking through the sky, but something was unusual about it.
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"I’ve always wanted to write a novel. Like Catch-22, something off-beat that would start by word-of-mouth, you know, and become an underground classic."
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Won't speak a word against 'em. Car trunk stunk like bad chicken long after, but I won't speak a word against 'em.
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Who owns the moon? What title search/
could ever make a claim?
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We all stared, somewhat shocked and mostly disgusted.
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I am exceeded / by a leaf
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We all tell them/even when our mothers
warned us only the Devil/tells stories
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
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The commodore drives a 67 Caddy rag top
All fin and boatish power
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Ben was dreaming of sex with Claudia. But, in his dream, he could hear Dan Arris calling his name and pounding on a door. The fear of Dan Arris was pushing out the delights of Claudia.
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I almost caught a poet today.
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I have a ninety two percent rejection rate.
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After my mother died, my father shipped me to my uncle's. He hadn't told me she was dying, so he could just mourn alone.Lena lived next door, Italian, my age -- which was ten -- beautiful. She was watched by goons in black suits. Her parents owned a restaurant. Across the…
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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But tonight
while your finger
glides across
the glossy pages
of Popular Science
I hold a séance
for the Holy Spirit
in utter seriousness
among the book clutter
and crumpled manifestos
in the basement
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she goes jogging with the feet of an angel the sound of crunching leaves like wrapping paper torn open to reveal an expensive doll and the light in her mother's eyes.
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We named her Big Cat—I don’t know why. Maybe because she was already grown when we got her, unlike the kittens we’d seen in the pet store window that Dad wouldn’t let us have.
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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[CAUTION: READING THIS STORY COULD CAUSE IRREPARABLE "CULTURE SHOCK" AND IS NOT ADVISED FOR OLD FOLKS, PREGNANT WOMEN, OR THOSE WITH "MONSTROUS, FRAGILE EGOS"!]
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Sit down at night and stare into the fire. Consider if Cupid is just another liar.
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He stops smiling and only
says he loves me when prompted,
as if asking me to pass the salt
for his inner peace as it tastes too bland.
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When flash and bang merge you are, according to the manual, in deep do-do.
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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In an authentic Irish pub in Las Vegas where over much crowd noise the three of us are discussing Yeats, Joyce and Lady Gregory. We’re in an Irish pub after all, plus the fact we’re literature profs attending a Vegas academic conference.
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Shhh. I am here. Otillie Augustine, from Trieste, an Italian city to you, but when I lived it was part of Austria. Such things as who flies their flags over a city? Not so important after all, after all the losses and the victory speeches. These were not…
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Though his heart aches
his melody seems to flow
It creeps into the dreams
of all in slumber in the valley below
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