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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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151921
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I came to a field where, scattered around, were quite a few men digging holes
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151910
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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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151995
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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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151944
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"...,beautiful, yet neutral, an oversimplistic reading of the people we meet."
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151977
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She tossed the big bird into the air. It wobbled, then flew away.
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1518119
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The summer I turned fourteen I had a job babysitting our neighbor, Pam's three year old daughter, Annie, three nights a week while Pam was going to Junior College, but it was hardly work because, after I tucked Annie in to sleep, I just watched TV, sitting in Pam's den…
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151832
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a dim wood-paneled stair leading to the ladies’ rooms, candle-lit.
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151800
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Azure took the paper and read it herself. She wondered about those four mysterious beings that communicated with her.
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1518138
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inside i know my heart rattles
cause outside i'm only seeing
that the truth is in tatters
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1518116
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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151844
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people keep trying to get me/ "out of the house"./ they see fun in me, and cool in me,/ and want to spend time with me,/ and i am flattered most sincerely./
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151832
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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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151863
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In that time when the trunk was getting cleared out and when it became only the empty shell of what had once been so important, many things hit the match. She burned an old black negligee, a picture competing with the likes of a Vargas girl and other thin
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151832
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A young boy, breathing heavily from running, stopped at her feet, barely able to speak,
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151862
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The laptop has ruined the sanctity of the library. And so I get up and go see Queen Jane.
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151800
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Holding a bouquet of flowers wrapped in a tissue in one hand, a round shape that balances the round yellow burst of light that is her dress. While the flesh of her chest bulges forward and she balances as though in a holding pattern in flight.
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151832
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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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151844
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Ben had us over, me and him and his boy, Benji, to look at the supernova. Ben was always coming up with these things with the telescope. Jupiter's moons, Saturn's rings. On his wedding night he made everybody stop dancing and run out to the golf course so he could show us…
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I couldn’t parse the grammar of her body
nor decode the secret softness of her neck.
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15181012
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All the things that are his.
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151820
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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151844
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“What. Is. That?” Sid asked, staring at the shaggy ball of fur sitting in the living room. Its tongue hung out of its mouth and its tail beat against the carpet.“This is Ranger,” his mom said. “I don't know what breed he is, but he's a sweetie…
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151800
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Cooking dinner for one in a city that isn’t my home. A beautiful city that I’m slowly losing interest in, just as I become a local. In a tiny apartment set in the most realistic part of town, I’ve turned the music up loud to drown out my thoughts.
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151821
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When people drastically change everything about themselves repeatedly, don't they eventually just end up alienating everyone?
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151841
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When I was younger, I tried very hard to be myself, but it never worked. I'd close my eyes, wait a beat, open them and slowly bring them into focus. This is the new me, the only me. Never worked, not once. It could only last a minute or two, so I…
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151752
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Don’t forget, I’ve watched the evil you’ve done to the lawn for years, not to mention the chaos you’ve made of the woodshed. Don’t you remember me showing you how to properly stack the wood?
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151741
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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151721
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One can’t predict the final cadence of one’s life.
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151752
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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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