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On Tuesday, he wears his suit to the cafe. Of course they'll let him pay! Of course. Under the table, his wife accepts their wadded bills.
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135094
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He wasn't sure if I was joking.
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1350115
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The spectacle of weather/
on the prairies approaches.
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135078
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135032
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The were two things and two things only in the town of Comfort, Alabama, that were older than Bella.
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13501510
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Someone's ass should be kicked.
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135054
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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,…
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135000
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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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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!”
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Rises monstrous out of the Baltoro GlacierPlaying poker with oxygen levelsPlays leap frog with embolisms.Malice and vanity join forces somurder guns the air even beforethe Death Zone. Down suits, bold and cockyregisters the climber's ambitions. The Serac , a…
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One of Montejo's captains has us drilling in the rain again. The sun hasn't shone for days and the air is stifling, like trying to breath under water. Everything looks gray except the palms. Each green leaf droops in the rain like a…
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135086
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Removing the deeply embedded jack-blade frommy naked side, like any slicked-upsplinter, was just a bit jarring on the first bite, on first try, I must admit. I freelydo so now to your frozen-over faces. You made your…
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135042
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Last night we slept with books in the bed.
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135044
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"...,beautiful, yet neutral, an oversimplistic reading of the people we meet."
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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…
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Every day, a fresh new/
strain of Hell reveals itself
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He draped the sheet over her body. Blood spotted the fabric, rose petals on snow.He left the pistol, but pocketed the first edition she'd signed. Part of his fee.In the park, he ditched the glasses, fake mustache, and anorak before making the call.The publisher called an…
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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But this ache wouldn't leave me.
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the last, best//
analgesic--/
guaranteed
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So do you read my writing?I text youI need to know whatyou like betterThe bloodor the gutsThat's what it is.You see Iput it out therefor you.That's not what it saysbut I know the truth.Am I smart enoughgood enoughdo you think it's crapbecause anyone can like it…
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1349115
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The smell of garlic, soy, and onions/
exhausted from Skillman Wok/
perfumes December air.
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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134954
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. . . how a body calls
in the dark. . .
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134921
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to pay dues to the calendar year / when a day breaks in quartertime / the stars account for halftone
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1349139
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I was convinced that enemy bombers were on the way.
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134942
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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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“I”, fuck it. I, I, I, I. It has always only been about me, this voice of mine, indivisibly me. selfishly and pompously. I shall not dispense with the false pleasantries other writers will offer, those writers that say, “Reader, look here, look at the…
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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…
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