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You are Day I am Night Let us Meet In the Afternoon And…
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At a candlelit table near the back of the restaurant, Jack and Lois greeted the waiter as he delivered their drinks, a diet coke for him, and for her, a vodka and cranberry. He apologized for the slow bar service and promised to return in a moment to take their…
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This poem first appeared in “Walt’s Corner” of The Long Islander, founded by Walt Whitman in 1838.
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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Billy took acid and blatzed into a 7-11, holding his dick like he hoped the store guy would think the thing was an Uzi. The guy laughed his ass off, reached under the counter, and pulled out a .38…
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I’m casing the place; my boyfriend Jimmy is about to bust in and rob the store.
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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We got a sandwich at Mr. Pickle's, but they cut the sandwich in the plastic. Plastic wrap.
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We all know that sometimes miracles happen and sometimes they don't. Some days are good and some days go by slowly as the fatigue sets in and he realizes that he is fighting cancer.
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A tornado and peacock were bred in his paddock; the couple gave birth to a turquoise lasso.
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Said do you feel it when you touch me?
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Last night as a duration spent hovering in electronic media-space.
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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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Oh, you aren't going to lecture us, for heaven's sake?
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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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Speaking of stiff nipples, I heard you once wanted to become a painter, because of your fondness for nipples. Feeling like Gauguin and his little Polynesian women/girls, are we? So, you're going to try to out-paint God, are you, Mr. Sistine Chapel of the
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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.
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It was cold and clammy, but then it got worse. Far worse. Any opportunity to celebrate the unity and harmony of tolerance was soon cancelled.
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The eyelid of the sink blinks silence. The clocks choke on smoke.
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Wesley did not rob banks in Banning County. Wesley Roberts was the sheriff of Banning County; robbing its banks would have created a conflict of interest.
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Joe's, always smelling of cherry chapstick or the breeze that comes up from subway grates, used to service some of the finest dupes in town.
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“The window is a much better place to read,” she said.I wasn't aware she was talking to me, at first. In my typical manner, I was thinking about far off possibilities and realities completely detached from my own. Yet, here she was, a far off…
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Where the skin had grazed, shredded by the coarse gravel to form scabs, fascinated Jack. It reminded him of his youth and his own grazes, scratches and stitches. As a boy he imagined scabs were rough foundations of igneous rock, blood like lava pouring th
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An excellent plan. Just like old times.
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