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It’s layer VII we adore/
and mourn
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156632
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He painted a woman on them, identical to the woman that kneeled by his bed.
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156643
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Soon, out of the womb ‘down there' is nuance. It guides you, like a legality, like your own breathing, in and out of overtone, hardcore hodgepodges, those inklings near sacrosanct beyond breakfront negligees and neo-negligence leading the good life. Isn't it…
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1566108
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He knows I talk to angels, what he would call angels. I don’t talk to him.
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1565105
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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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1565129
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I smelled the bleach of burst anemones
the sweet arousal of the Dungeness crabs
the seaweed of sour twigs and feces
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156510
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My name is Jeremy, and I am in love with a zombie.
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156557
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It is claimed we choose/
conditions of our servitude.
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156522
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I do not know the species of birds here. /
The two I see playing on the balcony at night /
I can never call back.
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156554
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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156552
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He spoke the "Why" and it stuck out its tail. He tripped and fell with his face wedged between the W. She kept the answer in her chest so the words wouldn't crowd him where he lay. The "Why" found its way back into his cheeks and puffed his face out like a disease. He…
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156510
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Another noise, softer than the first: swish, thud. You are still. The house is very loud tonight.
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156551
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The clip-clopping of footsteps now echoes from the opposite end of the alleyway, and as you turn to face the figure who appears behind you, the figure wearing a fierce Noh-drama mask, you determine that this time you will enlist its aid in decoding this r
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156520
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My brother Herb married his high school sweetheart right after completing college. This was a girl named Beryl, whom he'd met originally in Mr. Reinert's marching band at York High School in Elmhurst. I remember one day in particular in the middle of the
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156531
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I want to read a story that ends unhappily ever after: one where the bad guy wins and no one gets the girl.
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156422
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I had the idea while I was in the county jail. I would get jail glasses; I wouldn’t be me; I’d be some other person. I could pretend that it was someone else rotting away in that 8x12 cell.
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156485
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"the dark velvet slide of the tongue."
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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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156421
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I don't know what I'd expected from the week of mourning after my mother died but I sure hadn't pictured this marathon cocktail party. Our house is packed with people, food, booze and borrowed chairs. People I haven't seen in years keep turning up with casseroles.I'm…
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156400
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Bruce Springsteen begins singing from the loud speaker he was bruised and battered and couldn’t tell what he felt.
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156421
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‘what’s the hassle kiddo, chopping meat is fun, come here and listen to the music of the chop, the sound of steel ripping through air, slicing through flesh and hitting wood, poetry I say’.
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156431
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"Look Emily, I’m charging your solar powered calculator and helping you relieve your dependence on foreign oil."
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15641711
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A dirtied light falls through/
the grimed windowpanes.
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156440
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Then it started extruding tendrils and tying them all into intricate knots.
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156443
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Ey’, it’s where I followed him down
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beautiful, but you don't own beauty. You may be sexy, but you don't own desire. You may be smart, but you don't own wisdom. You may be good and kind, but you don't own love. You may like trees, but you don't own the forest. You may like to…
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Sirens wake me, screaming warnings in the dark.
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