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FWA (Fiction Writers Anonymous)

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Sebastian and Janice had been a natural match. They sought to deny this at first because a recovery assistance program was not a place to forge intimate relationships. It worked out wonderfully in Hollywood, but Hollywood, as everyone knew, was just a facade. So…

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 7

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Frank kept looking over at Michiko’s loft.

Threshold

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He wasn't sure if I was joking.

Remedy

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the last, best// analgesic--/ guaranteed

Dear Caddy

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I would advise the younger you to change your underpants, and not to let those boys do the talking for you.

Seasonal Affective Disorder

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A man of action would take to his rake/ but Sloth would rather watch and wait/ for snow to erase each leaf on leaf.

M. Nerveux Chronicles: Toad Suffers a Bad Business

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Herr Toad smokin'

Getting By

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The were two things and two things only in the town of Comfort, Alabama, that were older than Bella.

Mon in the forest: a fragment

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Mon wakes up surrounded by trees. The light is grey, the trunks black.How long have I slept? he wonders.He doesn't know which way to walk. In every direction, the same prospect of trees. He looks up at a blank sky. No sign even of the sun.***He starts walking. Slowly,…

GENESIS

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And God said unto the oil can: “Thou art cursed above the cattle, and above every beast of the field. And deep the ground shalt thou go.” “Mother,” said the oil can, “fucker!”

The Continuous Yearning of Walter Rush

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Every morning when he wakes, he lies in bed and waits for one of his toes to twitch or spasm; the moment he feels one of them thrust forward, he gains courage to test his legs. He grimaces either way: one more day of walking, one more day until loss, one more trip to the…

One Sick, Two Sick, Red Sick, Blue Sick

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I found a diseased fish / wedged between some boulders near the pier

The Tale Of Lys

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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.

Meaning of Life # 18

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To hell with the moon!

Wounds

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Every day, a fresh new/ strain of Hell reveals itself

Brasita de Fuego

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I still picture her waving her bare arms and hands into the purple bellied clouds above the trees, her crooked smile, the spiraling silver maple seeds cascading soft circles around her determined reach, as though the very tree limbs shaping the sky above

In Brief

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I can admire Falling Water and find Mr. Wright a complete shit.

Aftermath

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Oh sweet, sweet morning light

Isn't It Funny How Some People Don't Think They're Contemptibly Stupid?

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1940 What I Wanted

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But this ache wouldn't leave me.

Fifteen

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“We could dooble date,” he said.

Carnival Beach

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Galloping people, tangled in ballets of hot love, weaving in and out, making a canvas of it.

This Time

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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.

All These Poets

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All these poets with their wrinkled hands full of freshly poured over poems are driving me into the dried wheat fields like a black block of crows. Offering a collectable cigarette, they light the damned thing with another hand-rolled poem,…

Dark-Thirty

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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/ exhausted from Skillman Wok/ perfumes December air.

Books

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'Like poems,’ I said she paused and nodded her black mop.

Bunker

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Dressed as an English professor on Halloween I escape the red devil and run downtown. I go to the Art Car hangar I dance, I swing my golden brown briefcase

The Leap To When

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to pay dues to the calendar year / when a day breaks in quartertime / the stars account for halftone

What I Learned From Magazines This Week

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In his heyday, Burt Reynolds owned $100,000 worth of custom-made toupees.

The Tourists

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He thought of his field trip from the previous year, of Prague’s museums, statues, squares, architecture, restaurants, and various modes of transport. The town offered none of these and surely no cinema, no crowds of people, not even an old church.