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When his mother was all dressed up on New Year’s Eve, and his father, even thought they had tickets for the dance, announced to her he wasn’t going to go, Johnny had gone into his room, put on a white shirt, a dark suit, his dress shoes, and a clip-o
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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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- Never in pain and distance -
Frown on these moments,
With bitterness and vain
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—Strip down to your shorts. Put on this gown, open to the rear.
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Better not hand me that iPhone. I'll look up every damned thing in it.
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So many dreams I need to visit, though
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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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No excerpts for you. Next!
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I dream about the boy in The Neverending Story, the gate of mirrors, and the Nothing, a dark cloud that floats in the sky, takes away everything.
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Pale like a tracing of a memory
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There are songs I know to not listen to when I am alone.
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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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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In the summer of 1963 I went to Philadelphia to study with a member of the Philadelphia Orchestra.
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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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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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I like it best when I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming ends.
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She can still be normal, says Momma, knowing my sister can’t hear, forgetting I can.
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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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Above our bellies we are beautiful women with luscious breasts. Where there is skin, believe me, it is flawless, irresistible. Most of us have long hair, but there are some among us who keep their heads close cropped for aerodynamic…
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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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There are stranded people just like us, that's Not necessarily what I'm looking for. Negativity won't pull us through the Barbed-wire halls of hate. And even if I Was the only one, I wouldn't want you To look any different in the mirror. I'm older …
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beautiful, but you don't own beauty. You may be sexy, but you don't own desire. You may be smart, but you don't own wisdom. You may be good and kind, but you don't own love. You may like trees, but you don't own the forest. You may like to…
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I just amuse myself by buying old guns and refurbishing them in my basement as I listen to old Bohemian polkas on cassettes.
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They called him “Albert, the Human Armadillo,” and he was. Rows of hard scales ran down the course of his chest, and he was studied and biopsied by doctor after doctor. “Psoriasis,” they said. “Or, eczema.” They prescribed ointments and oils that left him
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