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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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the sun is quiet like the mountains,
the birds except for their wings
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149353
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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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At some point we all reach the end point/
of something. Something important/
if only to our fragile self esteem.
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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149310
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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We’d told her that Kasey waitressed. We talked about it a lot, trying to figure something out. I wanted to be honest with her. Kasey said she was too young to understand. I said that was why honesty wouldn’t hurt anything. Kasey said what about later.
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I was watching the bustling crowd below, sipping on a teacup full of Victory Gin when the scream, no a howl, cut through the murmuring of footsteps and telescreens.
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149300
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“Okay,” I say, “but my point is the only way you’d ever know if someone really loved you is if they put their life on the line when it counts. Otherwise you gotta take their word for it.”
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149342
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In the mode of Swinburne's ‘Dolores':For the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster- A study of the notion of “Intelligent Design” Since the universe came into dawning, If e'er this bright universe did, Men ought to know better in…
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149374
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The energies align to compel you,/
wave by field, charge by pulse, into/
an ever increasing circle of speed
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Everything is bound to change like / a damsel to the tracks.
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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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You can tell your doctor the truth
Even if no one else will stop and listen
He or she may have a balm for it
To help make it go away
Or at least go into remission
Remission is the staging area for Lies
Corporate and otherwise
We don’t have
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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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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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149342
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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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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When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.
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Dear Patricia, You look marvelous. You seem marvelous. You've added wonder to Oprah's life and that's no small feat. But, here's the thing. I was working on this short story about a relative trying to get in touch with O, one of thousands, except, this one, well this one…
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149287
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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149223
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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149243
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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149221
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I hope you enjoyed the celebration last night. Good things always come to you. I thought your family would never go home. I didn't get to sleep this morning until 2:59, although I had set my alarm to 6:10. I didn't want you to miss your plane. At daybreak,…
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"Possible candidates for reading to a crowd"
the subject line of the email to myself read.
You see, writing can be hard -
or writing can be easy.
But writing for a crowd you'll see is something else entirely.
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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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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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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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