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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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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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147173
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I experience a presence when walking through the forest . . .
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147162
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We’re going to talk about our future like the Rick Dees Weekly Top 40. Like there are 40 great songs this week about our future.
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147132
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Being an uncredited bonus composition, written in the sublimest access of divine afflatus this poet believes his lyric verse has ever known. “In olden times, dark was not counted fair”: Those were the words, I think, of some old poet. …
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they flew down the slopes
with her holding on
for all she was worth
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147142
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In the summer of 1963 I went to Philadelphia to study with a member of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
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147132
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The Italian was late. She was supposed to come into the store, meet him in the back, and arrange to take the last of his liquor.
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147187
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He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
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in a willow garden lush shade/drapes dark the young woman's small house/with the lone window, the white door . . .
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1471105
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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147111
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My mother gave her all to convince him to be a politician. My sister begged on bleeding knees for him to give her head. I just needed somebody to help me find things.
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147181
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Sorry, I think I was jotting and not writing. I see a dropped article that would clarify my interest. I purposely didn't describe my alcohol use. There, I just did.
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147074
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these tender girls tears recent / with stained souls, brides of dead, / cadaverous Erebus; unguarded ladder / long the down going…came Anticlea then
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147064
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just before my break,/ he came on the line,/ old and slow with computers now/ but wanting a discount/ he'd been told he qualified for.
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1470116
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Jane knew what to do
when she heard murmurs in the ceiling,
knew what to do when she struck out on the moor.
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147020
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Ruth carries always a small bottle of nitroglycerin; and tissues, wads of tissues; two Tums (for calcium, she tells me)...
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147051
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THE BOOK YOU'LL NEVER READ CONTENTS This Is Not A Test In The Event Of A Nuclear Attack, This Message Will Be Followed By A Message From Your Local Civilian Defense Authority Fuck, The Radio Doesn't Work Trouble Shooting Radios The Top 40…
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147021
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Neither you nor I is old enough, of course,
to remember that America’s most
popular athlete once was a horse.
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1470118
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He picked at his food. The teen-aged boys gnawed the bones. The conversation was nothing he was interested in. Chitchat and family jokes.
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147043
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The first of the fires that started by the river in the abandoned mills were so hot they burned white and pale blue
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146921
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My eyes are wide open. I look like a graphic novel. My world is black and white. I’m poorly drawn. All sounds have an exclamation point.
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146987
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Reading at Menlo Park Senior Center,
old people falling asleep leaning to the left in their chairs,
all in the same direction.
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146932
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We were talking in the dark in my room. He lay on a mattress on the floor. He came for a sleepover.
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146910
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Flicking through the sheets on her clipboard, Evelyn double checked the address with the mismatched numbers on the letterbox. Its mouth was a rusty, gaping grin like it had lost its dentures.
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146962
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your light is gonna
last me
through the week
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146900
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We trade broken phrases of English, Arabic...
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146932
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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