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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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144380
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Beautiful, he thinks, as he taps the ash of his cigarette over the balcony, but this is not good enough.
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144322
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Later, my daughter told me that she hadn't been scared because as I lay on the ground unconscious I continued to laugh, gradually relaxing into a big smile as I came around a minute later.
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144344
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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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144300
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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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144332
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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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1443165
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As the music concludes, I'm finally in control of my emotions . . .
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144331
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ghosts of the previous owners who leave a trail of whispers
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144389
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a half-moon hung straight up and down
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144332
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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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144300
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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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144388
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My stories are ramshackle; they lurch along in old sweaters with holes and missing buttons, drinking from mismatched cups and saucers.
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144352
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The manicured lawn rolls down either side of the knoll, punctuated with flat granite plaques, the occasional bouquet of cut flowers, a smattering of faded eight-inch American flags.
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144323
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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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144374
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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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144345
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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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1443177
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...bush tail beside him his closest comfort next to the genes...
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144356
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beckoning with citrus streaks blue cobbled streets/and stuccos lit with gold lamps guide strollers here/to Place du Forum in Arles and this café . . .
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144398
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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144221
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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144200
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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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144241
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It was one of those sweltering afternoons that San Diego endures only several times a summer. I'm riding on El Cajon Boulevard, with my friend John in his old Chevy pickup. John is a lifelong San Diego resident and fanatical Charger backer. He's talking up some…
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144221
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One can’t predict the final cadence of one’s life.
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1442128
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His eyes are closed yet restless, as if too many thoughts loop beneath the lids.
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144211
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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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144242
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A walled city doesn’t let you out any more easily that it has let you in earlier.
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1442158
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Maybe it takes as much fortitude
To forget
As it does
To remember.
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144211
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Max sighed. Solving for x was boring, so mind numbingly boring that he didn't notice the flickering blue light hovering in his room. It crackled and popped, growing until a shimmering rectangle stretched from floor to ceiling.A hand pushed out from the rectangle, and a…
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144241
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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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14421911
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Culture gives what it feels you deserve/
in the cul-de-sac of your time and place.
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