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Style Shifts “Oh, yes, my cousin. We were rude boys until the armed gangs started to gather. Used to be we could pass a night driving, playing our songs, acting tough. Yeah. We'd mouth off, flash some teeth, spark some anger when we felt like it. We…
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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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15302110
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I approached him slowly. His voice was soft and raspy. He said, "Kneel down my son, I've been expecting you."
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I await, here at Sandymount Strand / There's a stony bed and moistened sand / Couples dance away into futurity /
With their dogs upon the shore
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I remember sitting there on the first unfinished rooftop, watching you building houses out of words. You hammered in grammar and punctuation; you said these things needed to be hammered in by hand. You drove the long straight exclamation …
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two pairs of arms and legs
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Enumerate the small delights/ this bright first morning
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A cheap pocket knife was the only sharp I carried in my backpack and they allowed me that. The man with the pot tattoo on his neck said, “All of us here needs some type of knife. You gotta cut up your food. We don't…
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I got to see me the other day.
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She thinks this is the place she dreamed
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A rope is cleaner,
he explains with a straight face.
He's calmed by the visual.
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"Oh — what is this 'work' thing the philosophers speak of" sort of thing.
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Sheep are very philosophical, I hear. Stop this hopeless dreaming.
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The washing machine at home was broken. It was an old leaky Maytag. A discouraging mess—twisted panties, sky-blue jeans, and an old lover or two or three floating downstream (the reverse of spawning salmon). Each man was slightly drowned,…
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The shit just doesn't want to come off.
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When the dark shadows of his limp eyes told us life was slowly seeping away, stolen by his stroke, his wife signed the “DO NOT RESUSCITATE” order and, tearfully leaving the room, she turns, asking a final question, “Think a needy family could use his…
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.
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152921
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I think we could be twins, our hands hitching us together like paper dolls, our parkas making blobby round balloon shapes as outlines for our bodies. I imagine each of us holding onto someone else, and the line continuing on from there until we have a cha
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152901
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On the street / The protesters stand / Yelling words empty as wind
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1529109
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...clash of gulls
wend upwards, disappearing into grey
night's high tide recedes
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152977
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Harvey C. Hamby was drunk. Usually he held his liquor well, but tonight he was off his form. Stumbling over an ottoman, he landed on the floor in a sodden sprawl. As he fell, his left foot shot out behind him and socked Glenda Steinberg in…
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He thought she should have come with an owner’s manual
So he would know how to operate the equipment
It was definitely more than he bargained for
Or knew how to handle
She was too hot
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The currents of events/
strip the molecules from cartilage,//
reverse polarity of ventricles—
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152964
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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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1529106
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The dictator, what'sisface, was crazy nuts.
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152864
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I'd wear my pajamas too, fitting for the big sleep
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an engine stalls out
in the parking lot
the driver
tears her skirt
coming through the door
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On Friday evenings they play Scrabble, a whole crowd of them. They use books to keep score, page numbers, instead of a long column of pencil scratches. They organize themselves into teams; the English majors all together, versus biology, history and horn players. She and he…
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When we are given eternity, as a night is eternal
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