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...to know they are not alone
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145174
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The marble, it's just there.
I can't explain
how it got there
(or when),
all I know
is that everything
is in that marble.
By "everything,"
I mean every
thing. Your breakfast?
It's there.
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145123
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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145143
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" History ...is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake."
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145140
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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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145150
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"The Chinese don't have no Mardy Grah, bitch."
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145154
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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145120
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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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145132
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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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145011
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This is 57% of middle America, I'm convinced: doomed.
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145010
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in her bedroom, opening night of his solo show she is snapping her nylons to center the seam stretching from her toes to where the line disappears into the hem of her dress.
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145000
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If I remember him at all it’s because I decided not to flunk him so he could graduate. I had this theory that teachers should be bound by the same oath as doctors, First, do no harm.
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145020
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"We gotta find a way to get high!" "Shh! My parents will hear you Tommy! Their bed is right above us." …
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145061
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HORDES OF MEN desolated, struck down, destroyed, sunken form of skin and skeleton, bare cloth matted to torso, bodycage and hipbone, face and neck darkened, bloating to black, rain the endless dream stuck fast in the stone-dead skull and blood a fine sheen over all,…
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145044
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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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145000
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I should have never gotten involved in such a huge lie. I was a poet, for God's sake, not a novelist. I wasn't used to lying.
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1450158
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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145095
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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1450107
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“What do you want for Father's Day?” she asks. “Sex,” he says, his mouth curling at the corners, “and a bottle of Shiraz.” …
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145031
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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145089
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a half-moon hung straight up and down
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145000
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Grayson Warren is living the American Dream: a 15-year career as a city cop, a great wife and two kids. And then one day his dream turns into a nightmare.
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145032
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I don't mind being dead. It's ok. Really. I've discovered a whole new way of being based on non-being. What else can you do? I like being invisible. I like groaning and rattling chains. I used to be a writer. Still am. In fact, it might be more accurate to say that…
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145021
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I stared at these meteor impacts, feeling far away, a lone sentient cloud admiring the scoured yet wondrous earth-of-this-girl below me, the lean slope of her side, the soft dip of her neck, the sharp edge of her cheekbone, the monarch wing of her eyelash
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145055
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145000
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He rolls in unbidden across the stubble fields /
Old acquaintance astride a newly booming cloud/
Under sky an alien shade of strawberries whipped/
Her watch stops ticking out the rest of her/
scheduled breathing poses
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145065
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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145031
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It was the first warm day of a late-arriving spring. Ben was sitting in his divorce lawyer’s office on Maiden Lane in lower Manhattan.
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145075
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I'm hearing a noise. I can't see it. It's hiding and seems to be coming from the other side of the creek. With boots on I slowly wade across. The water makes its light lapping sounds. Reaching the bank, I search for the noise. It must have a face, suntanned and warm, that I…
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145045
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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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