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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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you'd do him more of a favor to kill him, than place upon him the burden of such an abrupt change in travel plans.
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As the music concludes, I'm finally in control of my emotions . . .
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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Oh my god - A plagiarizing pony - I know someone must have said that before
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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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My brother Herb married his high school sweetheart right after completing college. This was a girl named Beryl, whom he'd met originally in Mr. Reinert's marching band at York High School in Elmhurst. I remember one day in particular in the middle of the
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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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He invited her in for a Martini and she graciously accepted.
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Laurel's new bike is powder blue, with silver tassels on the handle bars. Jenny's mouth actually waters at the sight of it, as though it were a fresh loaf of bread or a perfect, juicy orange. “You can ride it if you want,” Laurel…
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Flicking the cigarette into the river the man's face becomes soft, as if waving goodbye to the only real attachment that he has felt in decades.
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This time the mountain climber does not attain the summit.
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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At 11 pm, it is 87 degrees and I sit in front of the air conditioner, eating oatmeal. The oats aren't soft enough, but it is sugary and fills me. Outside, the city hovers at the edge of a brown out, people sweating hopelessly inside small boxes. In Utah, it was cold…
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At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
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"It was one kiss. No tongue. What does that even mean?" Lindley tried to see Leah as any other patient, "What do you want it to mean?" "I don't know," Leah whined, tears welling, "something, maybe. You know I hate surprises." Her sister was not another…
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She lay there, skin and bones, unable to speak. Little did we know those were our last moments togethter. How cruel for her, to want to share a lifetime of thoughts and feelings in those waning moments only to be robbed of the chance. My brother and I…
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You left paint and blood smeared on the wall.
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I attended the burial of our affair when I found the notebook-maybe it should be called her diary-she had foolishly forgotten, leaving it on the deck of my beach house where she stayed while I was on that short trip to Chicago and I was numbed at first, unsure how to…
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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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His eyes are wide then narrow and brown. Hers are gray then they look away, toward the back door where a delivery driver has walked in, carrying a tray. Nothing is going to happen today.
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In my 14 to 15 year old life in the late 50s I worked as a clean-up boy in the neighborhood butcher shop up on 5th. Ave.,
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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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If I remember him at all it’s because I decided not to flunk him so he could graduate. I had this theory that teachers should be bound by the same oath as doctors, First, do no harm.
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1. On the morning of her eighteenth birthday, Eve woke to find herself transformed into a gigantic chess piece made of zeros and ones.2. Eve gazed so long at her smartphone that she found herself falling into it.3. She fell for a time that may have been short or long or…
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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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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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I can’t deny you’re beautiful, though it’s unsure how many of your defects are fudged by my myopia.
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