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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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Another year has flown, crashed to the ground, and convulsed to its death in a final match with the meaninglessness of existence. Decided to try my luck as a Walmart greeter this year but the apomorphine treatment made me break out in hives and I reacted…
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6. to register for the draft
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Sit right down in the chair. It's a glider, see? Smooth and easy movement without that annoying head-swing you get from a rocker. And easy to get out of, unlike a lounge chair. Relax. "Reba" reruns will be coming on in a minute.
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So for now, let the snow fall, but
let it fall gently,
each flake as a soft piano note
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It's a haiku. It's its own snippet.
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Half past six; already, through the gloom Saltwater flourish sifts from wharfs that ply Their play like girls that haunt the midnight's womb, As far it seems as walks of Barbary. Within the bar, French waitresses and sots Play dice with time awhile and rub…
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Even the old medicine woman seemed to grin with a perverted sort of understanding when she opened the door to find Lys waiting outside. She was comfortable nowhere and ready to flee at any moment.
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We named her Big Cat—I don’t know why. Maybe because she was already grown when we got her, unlike the kittens we’d seen in the pet store window that Dad wouldn’t let us have.
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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.
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Anatoly Gringovitch sat in the police car returning him to the Opera House.
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What do I understand?
What have I mastered or come to terms with?
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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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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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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You’re listening to Smooth FM, taking you from the darkest hours to the start of a brand new day.
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Sitting in the car, John had the urge to kill himself.
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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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Poetry is conceit; emotional, intellectual or technical.
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Conjure calamity and calamity comes.
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Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them
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Blue skies greet us as we exit the forest . . .
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I can admire Falling Water
and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.
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He wasn't sure if I was joking.
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Your brother is not really blind.
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sometimes it's hard/ to leave the house in the morning/ when bed is so comfortable/ and you're so far away.
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It's as if the house knew I was relinquishing my hold on it.
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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The Intrepid Explorer recounts his travels for the benefit of subscribers to the Magazine of the Museum of Everything
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