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Names are forbidden here. So is apology.
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There's something about the way he touches me every time that makes my heart skip a beat and pushes the air from my throat. I shiver under his hot breath while he whispers softly and pulls himself closer, letting his fingers glide…
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144297
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This is the Minuteman tine/
of the three-tined fork//
we can stick into the modern world/
when it’s done-- a MAD triad.
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I could put on some music, but it just pushes me further away from you, so it seems. It takes me out far beyond the safety breakers and then reintroduces me to my own splashing two-fisted fear of swimming. You can swim through …
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144232
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...he was suddenly and hazily relieved that he had something in Persepolis and blue agave plants to talk to her about.
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144289
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a half-moon hung straight up and down
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I pat my pocket to make sure everything’s in order; a Starbucks blueberry scone to sustain me, a $50 Brooks Brothers gift card from my in-laws, and my “piece”–a fully-charged BlackBerry handheld device.
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144243
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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144250
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"The Chinese don't have no Mardy Grah, bitch."
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144232
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"I'm just going to
take a power nap!"
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144255
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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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Is this sought sea dream of the Arctic fox? The green below the circles of the white, above her eyes? On Formica tables where the woman smocks beneath glass borders of their vacant smiles, they pass by windows formulating styles,…
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144121
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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144132
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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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144121
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I was feeling a bit introspective. I was busy in my own mind assembling the history of the place and getting ready for the visit. I was naturally not someone who would cluster up with a bunch of people I had just met and had arrived to participate in this
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As I fall to the ground I realize that in a few moments I will be experiencing a new kind of pain. The last pain. The last pain I will ever feel.
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144132
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"Sometimes things just don’t go as planned. It doesn’t mean anyone is to blame - It just is."
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144123
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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144140
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like old discarded snake skin,
dry and coarse after the bite...
immortally tortured by broken glass bottles.
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144123
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say no / to me / and devastate me / and I will take it / as god's will / to drown me / in a vat / of my own / entrails
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144174
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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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144155
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where will we be/ when it happens?
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144145
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Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
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144161
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It was the dead of winter. I took my father's shotgun from his closet. He kept it wrapped up in one of those khaki-colored gun tote bags that had a zipper running the whole length of the gun. It was a 16-gauge, single action shotgun. Anyone could tell wha
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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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144156
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beckoning with citrus streaks blue cobbled streets/and stuccos lit with gold lamps guide strollers here/to Place du Forum in Arles and this café . . .
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144198
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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I left Iowa in august when the air was thick and sticky. I had been there three years minus a few days when the boy I'd been sleeping with packed almost everything I owned into my car and waved goodbye. In Baltimore I had few friends and a job teaching English at a…
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