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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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1478116
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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147897
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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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147823
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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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147842
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Feeding you a taste of croissant
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147800
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I'd had a long, hard fall from the pinnacle of the profession. I made the mistake of accepting a mouse pad, coffee mug and a fleece pullover with the logo of Upchux, an anti-reflux drug, on the left breast where you'd get heartburn.
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147895
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He kept
saying how my old scars
excited him to new truths
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1478159
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They were discussing reincarnation,
what animals they would come back as.
"I'd be a vole," Cranshaw said. Is a vole
even an animal? Connie asked.
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147822
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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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147889
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They can’t exterminate the poor just yet
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14781310
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Inevitability: it's what's for dinner.
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14781410
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Sitting together at Starbucks, we composed a long love letter which we've been mailing back and forth to each other, signing our name upon each receipt and returning it for the last nine months and it has grown to eighty seven pages, barely fitting in a shoe box.
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147811
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an elongating boy with butter-yellow flecks in his eyes, and skin patched like a tabby.
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147800
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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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147800
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It is your hamsa that protects us,” the girl whispers to me.
“Then I shall give it to you,” I reply.
“No,” she says in the unselfish innocence of her youth. “It is yours and you must keep it.” I smile and kiss her dirty forehead. Eternity passes whil
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147851
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It starts with a letter, down the back of the couch, ending, ‘love, always.' I read only the kisses aimed at me - a firing line running off the page. How long has that letter hidden there? It secreted itself in a corner of the house…
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147855
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Eat blueberries every day and you'll live to be a 92 year old mogul. Really.
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147744
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Robert Frost told me that life goes on, but that’s just not good enough for me and for God’s sake it shouldn’t be good enough for you either, should it?
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1477188
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he who laughs last is probably a dumbass fuck
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147722
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'Like poems,’ I said
she paused and nodded
her black mop.
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147712
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147700
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“Is that an erect annual plant in your codpiece, Mr. Flax, or are you just glad to see me?”
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147765
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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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147711
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I am only ever
What you seem to be
Without the leverage
Of sweet reality
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147786
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I am falling, falling out of my body,
falling like midnight onto mice.
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147711
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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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147700
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Should probably be faster at the cash register
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147743
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In the end nothing could bring him back because I tried. All those weeks and months, yet all I have left are the tears and memories. He said when he asked the final questions to those in charge he was confused.
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147722
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Happy Birthday to me.
It takes just a second on waking to remember,
It's June but it feels like December.
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1477107
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There were too many laws but not enough of the kinds she wanted. She wished for the right to go shopping. Then taste rather than disposable income or access to finance could distinguish people.
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