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Marie Antoinette's Angel Food Cake Recipe

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honey/she said/with a wink/and a twinkle

Early Thoughts on the Oedipus Complex

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Conversation becomes Electra, as do her eyes. Electra’s head is grey, like the head of my Frau Freud, Martha. Her intelligent irises are darkly pigmented, and her sclerae are edged with a dramatic, black line of the sort that Cleopatra affected. In ou

Lips that Touch Liquor: The Gin Buck

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It was twilight, and the sky was getting darker even as the lights of civilization were becoming more noticeable in the gloom. The daytime city, with its grit and dust and texture, was disappearing. Soon there would only be electric light and neon and the

After Bukowski

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The night she left she claimed she fucked Bukowski.

Losing Found Things

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Last-minute women notice me and latch on, converging in narcotized spirals, old sunflowers twisting towards a fake light. Ugly, used up people, turning like dirty snow, terrified of facing the sunlight alone, of the hour long drunken drive home.

Often I think on who pulls the strings,

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In a plush leather chair, / high up a shiny skyscraper,

More About Nils Whose Real Name is Georges

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I think he viewed Communion as an act of hygiene that allowed him to go on being fiery and self-determined.

Comfort of Friends

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She drove me to radiation, to acupuncture and support group. She brewed me concoctions that smelled of twigs and dirt...

Ain't Comin' Back

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He told of the wilting heat, the fulgent landscape, the people....

Eleutheria

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She watched an inky cloud suck all the color / from the trees.

The Riddle of Steel

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This is my motorcycle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My motorcycle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my motorcycle is useless. Without my motorcycle, I am useless.

Le Sucre Brun

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The commandant pried her lids open with steely thumbs.

My Other Mother is a Ferrari

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******WARNING: Long-ass story****** Click at your own risk.

Before the Door

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You just can’t believe your key / won’t open the front door anymore.

The Fault In Our Three Stars

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So there are these teenagers and they're all dying of cancer, or at least were dying of cancer, or might be dying of cancer, and then a couple of them fall in love and lose their virginity to each other, and these teens, they're all smart and charming and only a little…

Billy Strayhorn: A Short, Gay and Lush Life of Beauty

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“I don't have any position for you,” Ellington told Strayhorn. “You'll do whatever you feel like doing.”

An MFA Creative Writing Essay Question

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7. Using Cohen's Method of Structure craft a piece of fiction featuring unexpected conflict. (12 points)

What Einstein didn't say

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First you must accept / the speed of light as constant. / If you can’t do that, stop reading.

Arcana Magi - c.3: Five Months Later...

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Oryn’s eyes opened wide as her smile removed the sadness. She stood in awe with what she saw, as the sound of footsteps drew closer to her.

The Sodomized Dictator

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Ghosts.

Dinner at the Bigelows’

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Mrs. Bigelow loaned Tessa a black tulle maid’s uniform and helped her pin it in at the sides. She tied on Tessa the stiff white apron. Slippery, pale, opaque stockings of real silk oozed through the girl’s fingers, secured by a heavy satin garter belt

Simmer Time

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Usually the predawn light means bedtime for wicked guitar players, but not that bloody Sunday.

Women Making Love to Monsters

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I started dating the Minotaur because of Colleen; at the time she was going with a friend of his. The whole thing was a surprise to me because I'd never been attracted to Greek men. This is how it happened. Colleen's new guy, Ian, was known by many…

DEAR MOTHERFUCKER

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I'm standing outside your window with our son's fingers in my fist.

Haircut

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She is cutting his hair. The wind is in her curls. She rises and falls like a sleeping animal. He has removed his shirt. There is a towel around his neck, the smell of spice and banana, the scent of vacations. You are reminded of the time in the beach house in Florida…

We two

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We two have this entire lifetime left, so let's waste it . . . .

Seasonal Discord

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“I killed a man.” “Whaaattt???” I'd been meditating on the sun. I figured he was trying to jolt me awake.

A Facebook Love Story

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This is a story about Jim and Robin. They are strangers. Or at least they were. They are at the same party, but standing on opposite sides of the room. Robin is standing near the door thinking, “I wish there was someone here to talk to,” when she sees Jim. …

Better Boys, Early Girls

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... tomatoes swelling and turning pink...

Big

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I found the knife in a fishing box in the closet. The box was made out of varnished wood. My father’s father had made it.