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I want to tell you how the odor of the flowers/felt her funeral day
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I'm getting self-righteous here, Dear Reader . . . [hey! wait a second! this is my diary! what are you doing, looking at it, dude! Hit the road! Scram! Vamoose!]
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146943
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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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1469147
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At some point, you care/
just enough to wake each morning,
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at all altitudes and at all latitudes /
glaciers in furious melt: / both Greenland and Antarctica headed both /
to be ice-free isles adrift / and with shorter coastlines amidst higher seas.
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146931
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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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146801
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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.
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1468107
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You stretch my heart / in sacred ways
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146811
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The dance draws deeper
whirling witches weaving rhymes
The fire spits fierce in the falling rain
soon the spell will spill from secret times
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146811
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Ten-year-old Bobby Akins learned that a shotgun shell struck on its brass end with a hammer can indeed take out the left eye of an eight-year-old brother observing the proceedings close by.
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146831
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My beloved lets me crawl into bed
and put my feet on him
since his skin is
warm and hot like a fire roaring from within
his soft flesh.
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146866
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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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146810
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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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146884
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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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146852
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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146844
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Lying on a high seat in the south study, this is what I see:
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two pairs of arms and legs
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146753
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146720
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They think because you are a writer you are not much of a listener and so you begin to recognize all of the great opportunities to be much more of a listener and then you shut your trap and get sucked into the whorls of her big wet brown eyes with Italianate…
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146701
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[This story definitely WON'T be appearing in this month's "Alfred Hitchock's Mystery Magazine"!]
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1467107
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Dreams / of being a millionaire are replaced by dreams / of being a billionaire
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146744
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On a street-lit night in Jeddah.
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146710
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What if
Everything
I have been doing
Hasn’t been heard
By anyone?
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146755
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On the coldest day of the year, the weather man walks back from the measurement booth across a snowed-over plain, solid as cement and tinted with the pale yellow glow of the northern lights.
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1467126
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Have you heard this yet? The daughter flew home to care for the mother, whose pump is still tick ticking—though now with aid—which means she leaves the kitchen when the microwave clicks on.
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He roared back at her, shaking his empty gun in his right hand, waving his left hand in the air. “I am George Burnett, esquire, late of Balliol College, Oxford! I am a hunter, a killer of pigs! I do not fear you, bear; take the pig and be content!”
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At the conference her boss showed off his knowledge of wines.
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