1423 8 6
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It was your present world that seemed more than mad to me. Your polished stiff brown shoes that always squeaked like mice, while the latest rude Bombers bubbled up in their comfortable Dart-board garages like apple pies…
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142310
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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1423158
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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142396
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As I walked down to the Subway, I thought to myself that now, after the horror in Boston, everybody looks like a terrorist.
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142300
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The young man pulls out his wallet, grabs a couple of bills and stops short of handing them to the bedraggled man. “So how do I know you’re not going to go out and buy some crack with this money?”
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142363
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It is midnight in Utah, but I can’t tell. It always looks like midnight in a cave.
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142342
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If this road could answer
I would ask her what it is like
to follow the path
of the rippleshimmery river
for too many miles
through the slowly ghosting towns
and the corncovered landscapes
of the dying Midwest
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142351
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There was no provision for keeping the post on the door, but I did not have the fingernails to pry it off.
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142385
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In the diffuse light of early morning you wear a sweat suit maybe and stand in front of a model-kitchen counter in a model-home kitchen
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142321
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Vietnam, Tet, and beaucoup Charlie
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1423107
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and where have the years sped
how distant was your youth
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142353
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God’s hearing aid is missing
And apparently needs an enormous battery
But no one has the
heart to tell Him
because who wants to be
shouting at God?
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142300
|
Mayumi faced forward, channeled her Mana, and gathered a small pocket of air under hand. Soon the voice returned, rattling her mind.
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142334
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But the restaurants put pig in every little dish. You couldn't eat there without encountering some portion of pig. It was in everything, including the cabbage. Who puts pig in the cabbage? I'm asking you. And in the dumplings too. For God's sake, give it
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142320
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“I do not know if you can hear me, or if you can talk to me. Some people do not believe in people like you, you know, spirits, ghosts or whatever you are. I do. I know you are here because of what happened here.” I could not speak. I did not feel I could.
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142386
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I wrote her a poem.She said, “I hate poetry.” I said, “OK, just read the words then."
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142330
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blackberry pie and huckleberry wine and litte Maria with her summerset bangs
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142365
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To listen is to feel embodied reason//
sing and dance with consummate grace
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142331
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Sheep are very philosophical, I hear. Stop this hopeless dreaming.
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14221011
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I fall in love with a second cousin at the picnic. I make sure I sit next to her.
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142261
|
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142294
|
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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142210
|
The doctors said, when she was born, that the gills would eventually fade away on their own. Nothing to fear, they said; no more unusual than the rare child born with a tail, or a dense pelt of fur, or a single sharp tooth jutting from its new pink gums.
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142200
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Slipping into the Sydney Harbour Tunnel like a nocturnal creature fleeing the light, tears stream down my cheeks, spilling from my lips, the pain too great to care about self-preservation. Drunk still, hands clenched, I strain to focus on the world fading into a blur of…
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14221711
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Neither of us thought of real winning. We set about brilliant losing, dark angel forms of luck and greed, the desire, the craving, the need to lose so strenuous that one wins; we tied at thirteen.
|
1422117
|
She had just done it in the backseat with the man she decided would be her father. Or maybe it was the cast of his eyes under the dim bar lights. Maybe she insisted that this had to be done, to relive the night under the stars, under a dented roof of a station…
|
142210
|
The parrots woke Eddie up. That and Rocker snoring in the twin bed. A thousand parrots flying over the motel? They squawked, God how they…
|
142240
|
Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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142266
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I feel his hand on my face, feel it brush past my lips, and I taste my sister's blood.
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142274
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The stain upon / many others cannot be discerned.
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