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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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6. to register for the draft
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and, under foot,//
dark caves waiting/
with their unseen pigments/
adorning forgotten walls.
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You can't always be everything
you were expected to be
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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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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A sparklerman zig-zagged across the skies, re-arranging stars in its path. How bright his stick-like and jaggy limbs twinkle, I noticed; even noticing my surprise. No longer 'simply sitting', I was.
'It is time' I mumbled. The room was melting, si
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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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"You gonna be old before you're old," my father had told her.
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I couldn’t parse the grammar of her body
nor decode the secret softness of her neck.
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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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Darkness was fast approaching. I stuck out my tongue at Naya, and she reached out as if to grab…
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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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the epiphany at the mast at midnight is not the same at dawn
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I knew we were going to fail. The night we met, when we got out of the car, I dropped my green glove in that puddle, you picked it up but it was ruined. That set the precedent for our whole life together. You can't look at me anymore. My cigarette…
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The sad march goes ever on. It stretches endlessly over an eternity of painful hills, as unnatural as lumps under the skin, into the deserted broken down streets, the forgotten unprotected alleyways, always adding more and more lost children to…
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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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Her boyfriend is into U.S. presidents and professional wrestling. He is reading biographies of both occupations and says this helps him to appreciate gray area, decisive action. Lives of great men, he explains.
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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*Must have excellent communication skills and be able to talk pretty good.
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I. Europa How else to begin but with Gustave Holst's Mars--the gods waging war in romantic twilight as drumbeats and cannons blast swathes in the gloaming and glory awaits in the halls of black smoke. A visual perhaps:…
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It's one of the most difficult problems of aesthetic philosophy: What do we mean when we say that a song is sad? None of the big names--Aristotle, Kant, Croce–Benedetto, not Jim–come close to answering it.
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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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From the rumple of pre-dawn Queens, sure South on 95, to almost Savannah by dark; still cold, but we’re full of what’s coming:
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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"...she's been seeming like she's been dreaming while awake lately..."
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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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“Guys, who would you rather live with.... Mom... or Dad.”
His younger siblings giggled in shock, not that they hadn’t thought about it... apparently.
"You know I'm right here..." I joked, waving at them.
“I’d rather live with mom.” the question-a
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