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we all die from the bottom up
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Under a conspiratorial moon… the shovel my silent partner… organ-less torso to the worms.
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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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What the spaces say//
can be heard in the short/
and longer silences
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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“There is a fine line between love and hatred.” This was what his closest friend, Bob Sanders, had said to him many years ago. And it had finally and irrevocably proven to be so.
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I am not responsible for any nightmares this piece may cause for all you mice lovers!
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Gnarly Berger was born in a guitar case in Istanbul. His mother was an Iranian singer from Israel accompanied by a Turkish santur player & a French guitarist (Gnarly's biological father) and into whose guitar case Gnarly entered this world, somewhat by accident,…
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The cellar smelled like an aroused muskrat.
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Meanwhile it was four o'clock in the morning, Pacific time. Seven o'clock eastern. The cat was busy chasing imaginary mice around the hammock—at least Manuel hoped the mice were imaginary. He loaded the next digital images onto the screen. It seemed to
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the mother tells her child the flashes at the horizonare fireworks, not bombs, so he will not be afraid.at night he curls by the door or else he follows her to a different place. he is quiet, then. as if he knows the secret challenge.better if he and all the others…
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I’m not ready for football. I’m not ready for it, but I live in a southern town that worships at its altar more devoutly than those suicidal beauties in James Wright’s great poem.
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She buried her secrets in a bowl of brownie mix....
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I was convinced that enemy bombers were on the way.
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Originally published on Six Sentences:In a family of many hushed secrets, only so many years could pass before the cracks would begin to show, and usually started with the creative girls. Though her aunt had been dead for two years, Shifra knew the cracks the family…
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Johnny Rocket is on the I-pad, sad, He says, “Game on, King me, the Queen” Always "it", he eats pork rinds like mad, “King him again” high on amphetamine.In his sleep, ants come up from the floor board to eat french fries, cola, their aorta…
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I gave you two daughters.
I gave you four grandchildren.
I'm done.
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Another year has flown, crashed to the ground, and convulsed to its death in a final match with the meaninglessness of existence. Decided to try my luck as a Walmart greeter this year but the apomorphine treatment made me break out in hives and I reacted…
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When we saw the window, we were impressed. It was so clean and transparent that it reminded us of a new pair of glasses, everything so crisp and clear through it. It looked on to nothing. Actually it looked on to the refridgerators and a few stoves, though most of the…
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On these days, while Momma counts the money, we go to Blockbuster where we can pick a movie each, play on the playground at McDonalds, lick tall ice cream cones.
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In Aisle 3 would you brighthearted find Count the Chocula.
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The were two things and two things only in the town of Comfort, Alabama, that were older than Bella.
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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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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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My bones will rob me blind, corpuscle by corpuscle.
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I was sleeping in a pile of teenage bodies soft limb spread over soft thin limb.
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When people talk about the end moments when one's life flashes before his or her eyes, they often refer to time as slowing down. I can attest to this phenomenon during my final moments, before the collision: the song playing on the radio, the squeal of tires and flash of…
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One of Montejo's captains has us drilling in the rain again. The sun hasn't shone for days and the air is stifling, like trying to breath under water. Everything looks gray except the palms. Each green leaf droops in the rain like a…
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I said: “Doesn’t he understand? People like me, geniuses—great, mad geniuses—are prone to failures because we do not accept the common notions of society? Doesn’t he understand? I’m not like the others.”
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