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The story of a second, a stone, and an android -- all curiously interrelated and all, coincidentally, named Gretchen
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My grandfather was ninety three. My mother was sixty three. I was thirty three. My daughter had just turned three. Our ages were all lined up like the beauty marks on Snow White in the Donald Barthelme version of the story.
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After the Tokyo experience, Frank and Michiko decided that when she went on extended tours, Frank would accompany her.
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Jenny was certain nobody saw her when she took the slinky shirt from her father's store. It was blue with buttons shaped like cherries, the fabric light as air. She balled it up in her hand. Her father owned a chain of boutiques called Body Electric. The racks were…
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this is where we end --
the exorbitant eye of forgotten days.
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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.
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Sora and Ciel stood before Dean Morden inside his office. It felt weird to the girls looking at him sitting behind Madam Mayweather’s desk
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“Sandy likes the way Bob spanks, when he’s done she gives him thanks."
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the two become one where/
all things end,
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fanned lashes on rouged cheek
a glamorous sea creature
in violet perfume
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...coming into that bone yard, you just hang a right, go on past La Fontaine, and take a left a bit further on. Jimbo's right up in there.
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To rival the professor in his knowledge of various body parts is impossible ...
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By the sixth - Dizz, Falstaff buzzed - Croons - The Wabash Cannonball
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#2 The Typewriter Inside You by Harmon Gentle—I found this one at a garage sale when I was 15. Intended as a manual for sharpening one's typing skills, by the third chapter it became obvious that Mr. Gentle's sanity had slipped, and that rather than mastering the…
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“She’s very sick. She’s dying,” and he smoothed my hair along my neck.
“It’s leukemia. A very rare type,” his hand reached my shoulder and stopped there.
“She only has a few months.”
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I used to be a poet, you know. /
Better, in many respects, than you.
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She could see him doing these things but she could not hear him.
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The young boy woke to the sound of laughter. He blinked himself out of deep sleep and allowed…
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They made posters and hung them everywhere. With the passing days she became the photograph at its center: hair always in the same ponytail; always with the same smile
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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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Method of divination. Open a book to any section. Drop your hand onto the page. Read that there is an exorcism happening in the other room.
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Dressed as an English professor on Halloween
I escape the red devil and run downtown.
I go to the Art Car hangar
I dance, I swing my golden brown briefcase
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"And then I, and I believe,
I alone, saw
this small child
run..."
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A mundane endeavor depicted as a quest. Try it, you'll like it!
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She clutched her fat rolls and tugged on a pant leg. "I'm so embarrassed! You caught me on a bad day!"
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Her voice gets screechy as she talks of the boy he was caught fondling in the bathroom of a bowling alley. The worst part: the dumb schmuck doesn’t even bowl.
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No pain is private. How can it be?
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Night became day and back again in the span of a heartbeat, the familiar strangeness of the sudden change stinging like dust in the eye.
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I woke up to the humming
of an empty space in the shape of a sweatshirt,
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We may think about so many things and thoughts about rain. We may think about where it is going, where it comes from.
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