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a dim wood-paneled stair leading to the ladies’ rooms, candle-lit.
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A break from bleak world history and events...
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His eyes are closed yet restless, as if too many thoughts loop beneath the lids.
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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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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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Remembering his body makes me think of Egyptian cotton sheets dried in the sun. He smelled crisp and clean even after sweating hard. His hair fell in golden spirals down his cheeks, his back, over his forehead, and captured light just like the gilded halos on…
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you tell
a stranger's story...
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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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Years ago, I was involved in a freakish tragedy so startling and heartbreaking that it made the front page of not only my local newspaper, but “People” and “The National Enquirer.” I'm not going to tell you anything about it. This means that…
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we all die from the bottom up
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I remember the first & only time I parachuted it was 1964 my 16th birthday a rite of passage if you will from the old man an aerospace engineer & former WWII B24 bomber pilot I practice-jumped from oil barrels taught how to fall back then when the time came…
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I am confused by your new paper-doll look, btw. Could you please look regular again by Thursday?
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The Tea Party member was married but cuter. He worked as a caulker, a tub and basin man.
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My third Rule of Success—and I may not have these in exactly the right order–is always get a pre-nup!
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Last night we slept with books in the bed.
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There is a roofer straddling part of our house, pushing shingles off of our roof with the edge of a shovel. …. I've thought seriously, at times, about becoming a nurse. Seeing your mother in a hospital bed, hooked up to a tube, more than one, too…
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Just an abnormal visit to the post office.
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The heart would have unnatural reverence, exalted, bursting with evil, rolling in sloth, if it did not at once reveal its innocence. I saw you again, on the morning of the sun. It was you, or your double, or a son you might have had. Your beautiful bloo
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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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His shirts he hangs on the back of the chair, one on top the other so they won't wrinkle.
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But the profligate are blameless now
Those who conflate sex and love the way
dumber animals mistake heat for light
have moved freely back to some primal zone
where if I’m felt to be contradictory to the
surroundings it’s because I wanted t
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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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The four Grannies say, “GO!” and leap from the window. King's pickup is below, and he has lined the bed with his mother's throw pillows. Sundresses fly. Blue plastic diapers billow. They want cigarettes. I light their smokes with King's pearl-handled lighter as…
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The first apartment Troy and Lynn lived in was managed by an alcoholic former army officer, who lived in the complex with his wife and teenage daughter. He was a lush who didn't do much in the way of management. Lynn had barely noticed him before Troy moved in with her.…
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There are certain items in the sink that are giving me an anxious feeling in my stomach.
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Maybe they considered themselves beyond redemption, or maybe they couldn't sit for that long.
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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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The leaves/
seek reunion with the ground//
and leave the oak tree naked/
in December’s cold.
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