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"I have consulted the Internet," the man remarks, squatting low, sorting through a mountain of tablets. He snags two and stands slowly, confidently, and I realize suddenly that he is Moses. Two iPads, cradled surely in each wrist, glow with lists.
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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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147072
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This is what it is to feel yourself forget.
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Listen to chickadees. Join / LinkedIn.
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147043
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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147041
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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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"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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We all stared, somewhat shocked and mostly disgusted.
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146911
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No chance for Hallo, we sank into an unlit station doorway and he fumbled through my shorts.
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146921
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We all thought, Birds! We all thought, Nests inside the chimney!
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146921
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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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1469108
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like the Bible in / Mauritania, like a mouse in a vial of ammonia, / like a retired coal miner on vacation in the Alps
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“Tell me a story,” he said, toying with his top hat, running his fingers along its brim.
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I have a ninety two percent rejection rate.
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146900
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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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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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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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146900
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I'm getting self-righteous here, Dear Reader . . . [hey! wait a second! this is my diary! what are you doing, looking at it, dude! Hit the road! Scram! Vamoose!]
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146964
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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146962
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A white room is empty but for you, a card table and a chair.
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146911
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Shirley stubbed her cigarillo out on a dead chunk of honeycomb.
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“Now,” my friend said. “Tell us about earthquakes. Can we expect one anytime soon?”
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146965
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I was low on carburetor / oxygen and my fraud protection / had just expired.
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These philosophic notions floated in my head for years and eventually helped inspire my pursuit of basic information in contemporary physics, astrophysics, astronomy, and cosmology when I was not reading or writing fiction or verse.
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1468911
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The brain taints everything it brings to us/
with its limited apparatus, its precepts,//
all the things it thinks it knows.
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146865
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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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