1405 8 7
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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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140542
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Blankets were always her undoing.
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14051910
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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140500
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Osama couldn’t see any reason he shouldn’t retire. No way he could top BP Oil in the Gulf or Pacific Gas & Electric in San Bruno.
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140466
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It’s Independence Day. But I’m not feeling independent.
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140420
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Stay tuned for my next short - Candle Smoke Wishes - COMING SOON ON A MONITOR NEAR YOU!!
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140454
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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140453
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We entered the castle at dawn. The dim light feebly illumined an array of antiques and medieval weapons. Bats dangled from the high vaulted ceiling, enfolded in membranous wings. What were once chandeliers radiating light were encrusted with webs and the ancient wax…
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14041510
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in which a man who is bored with years of retirement poses a threat to himself and others
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140454
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I find myself in an unfamiliar restaurant, its cuisine an uncomfortable pastiche of Croatian, Burmese, Jamaican and leftovers of long ago Sunday dinners in a small New England town.
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140410
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"Maybe…" he began searching for some comforting wisdom. "Maybe it's like this. Husbands live for their wives. Mothers live for their children. And children...well...until they're husbands or wives, they live for themselves."
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140452
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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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140421
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Naomi hadn't expected them to come in such a big box. When the UPS man tried to hand it to her, she told him there must be some mistake, but then he pointed to her name¾NAOMI BROWN¾right there on the top. When she finally got off all that tape, she had another…
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140421
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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140421
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His touch, even now, seemed to set off tremors inside her.
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1404115
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Among the raindrops/
occasional plopping snowflakes.
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140432
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I advertised in the local paper for a model.
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140444
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Sometimes my poems escape. They crawl out through my Wi-Fi connection, I suspect.
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140397
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Sex is a fetish war --
a battle of trinkets of desire
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140352
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Once there was a man who wrote in code. He was comfortable among substitutions
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140300
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A brick from the parapet splat down later as I was applying a bitter healing powder, made from the seeds of watermelons, to my raw tongue.
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140321
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I was feeling a bit introspective. I was busy in my own mind assembling the history of the place and getting ready for the visit. I was naturally not someone who would cluster up with a bunch of people I had just met and had arrived to participate in this
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140387
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140332
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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1403124
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It will always be this way/ won’t it, she said.
Me insecure, you unfaithful
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140376
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Maybe it was a trick of the gloom.
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140322
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The Inauguration Day Windstorm had blown out half the downtown lights to celebrate its twenty-first birthday. Two old friends flecked with gray snow and white hair sat on the boulders that kept the Sound from sweeping away Myrtle Edwards Park. Look at all the…
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1403128
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Compartments trickle together/
in light diffuse and unreliable./
Fortify yourself against the day.
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140300
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I play in the dirt with cattle bones
while Mother rattles the sky.
She tells me I have my fathers eyes.
The words come through bloody fissures in her lips.
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140373
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edge of wolf howls and howls past sunflowers and skeletons
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