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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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It comes to me at night, the monster. I don't even realize it's in the room until I hear it breathing behind me. It reaches out its hands and places them on my shoulders. Its fingers are furry and soft, but strong. They grasp the muscles on either side of my neck, and I…
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where will we be/ when it happens?
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I'm not sure whetherI drink to numbthe pain or toactually feelsomething.
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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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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Up at the top, a quarter mile south, billows of black smoke crawled up the faint blue of the sky.
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Ben was not a happy musician.
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Ross, I've been a ghost hunter for almost 10 years now and this is a place I said I WOULD NEVER NEVER EVER go to!
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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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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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...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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...to know they are not alone
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Natty looking
in his 2-tone shoes
and argyle socks
blue blazer
with 3 gold buttons
on each cuff
pale yellow
hemp or burlap
necktie, of course
with a blue shirt
(never white!!)
long mopish hair
hanging on his forehead
and a
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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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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The line weights are spot on/
and the snap of lines is textbook/
for a discipline that died with AutoCad
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Uzma dashes up the stairs ahead of me . . .
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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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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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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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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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Kerryn saved us from ourselves really. Would you be reading this had she eaten it?
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This is 57% of middle America, I'm convinced: doomed.
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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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The cover features Lincoln as a woman. Lincoln as a woman is not a thing of beauty.
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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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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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