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“She’s very sick. She’s dying,” and he smoothed my hair along my neck.
“It’s leukemia. A very rare type,” his hand reached my shoulder and stopped there.
“She only has a few months.”
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She tossed the big bird into the air. It wobbled, then flew away.
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144210
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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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144276
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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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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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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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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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...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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144222
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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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144231
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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144289
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a half-moon hung straight up and down
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144223
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my crotch-heavy press of 'Yes.'
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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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"I'm just going to
take a power nap!"
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where will we be/ when it happens?
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144261
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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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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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144111
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I dream about the boy in The Neverending Story, the gate of mirrors, and the Nothing, a dark cloud that floats in the sky, takes away everything.
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Got something inside me
hard as nails
keeps me walking upright
ain't never failed
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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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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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Today I’m feeling crabby and haggard and technology makes it easy to get to the point.
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