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After becoming single at age 62, I joined an online dating site. After a year of perusing profiles and meeting men for coffee, staying single is starting to look better and better to me. But I've stayed on the site, in part for the pure enjoyment of…
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1109176
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...Rabidosa rabida- no spinner/
of webs but a quick and cunning
solitary hunter. Anxiety overwhelmed
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110933
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Today, I am almost entirely self-coincidental, though I still feel a lag lurking somewhere.
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110986
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They clog the skimmer basket/
and fill the small Polaris bag.
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110900
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Licking my wounds.
That's what my mother calls it. I'm not really sure what that means or if it's true. Sure, losing your boyfriend, apartment and job in a matter of months can drive someone to do something impulsive. Something crazy. But I've always b
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110953
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Any form of exertion would defile what we are trying to do
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110900
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The ice in Mum’s drink clinked as she rolled the glass across her forehead. “Ith that a gay thing or ith that a vampire thing? ’Coth I’m finding thith all a bit confuthing.”
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11091817
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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110900
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What a hoot men are. For years I tried to get Jim to share the cooking. This is how that worked. One Monday night I'd whipped up a meal of steak, tossed salad, two veggies, and dessert with coffee. The next day was Jim's turn to cook and he came home
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110955
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In an authentic Irish pub in Las Vegas where over much crowd noise the three of us are discussing Yeats, Joyce and Lady Gregory. We’re in an Irish pub after all, plus the fact we’re literature profs attending a Vegas academic conference.
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110964
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"...she's been seeming like she's been dreaming while awake lately..."
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110940
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Diane couldn’t shake her compunction. Though eight and a half months had passed, nothing felt right anymore. Their conversation played out in her dreams, and stilled her during everyday errands.
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110911
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She remembers the days when she could have purchased every card in the store and found the words to fill them all.
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She sings off-key while her married lover shadow-boxes his one-dimensional and split-off selves.
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110944
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On our wedding day he carried all of the furniture out of our small bedroom, created a sanctuary.
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110920
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Look at this castle: fashioned from the sturdiest sand, pages of my name
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110931
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I awake to find a heavy chain shackled around my ankle. I try to remove it but cannot. The length of the chain runs through my apartment, sometimes coiling around itself, but eventually leading out my front door.
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110951
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As a kid he had run away from the family farm and shoveled coal back East to put himself through college. Now he was just another old man in a nursing home, desperate for a drink, his blue eyes bleary, a sticky goo filming at the corners of his lips.
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1108149
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The dog is reading. This morning, as every morning, the book is open in front of him. Well before his master's rise, he had already read the moon then dawn and the clouds. Now the slippers, these that walk here and there. Followed by coffee and the pages that turn. A little…
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1108128
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His eyes are closed yet restless, as if too many thoughts loop beneath the lids.
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110801
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Ben followed Jean-Claude’s white Fiat. Every time Ben shifted gears, he was reminded of Arris’s punch.
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110855
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They’re young and haughty.
27’s still a long ways off.
They read about the famous,
not the dead.
Dusty dragonflies will not
land upon them,
and they are really only in love
with the dishwasher.
Now there’s a problem.
Poetry is dead,
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110800
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He can't breathe can't breathe can't breathe turns the handle can't breathe falls onto the front porch gasping in the cold night air. And Dad is lying on the smoldering carpet in the parlor. And all the kids are upstairs. And he swallows the air. And ever
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110850
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I noticed his pistol before his pissbag and I knew then that failure not only had a face but a balding head, too
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110823
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Orchids, and irises.
Tulips, and a sunflower too.
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She pulled into the doorway. Uncertain where to spend the night. Certain there'd once been a place with food. Here. This place. She remembered. Curtains. Small tables. Coffee cups thick-handled and sturdy. Crockery.
Some words came back.
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1108111
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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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110830
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But Jeffrey was flabbergasted and couldn’t explain to the officer why he was speeding. All he could manage to get out as an attack of Tourette syndrome hit were nasty, flamboyant obscenities. The Alabama state trooper wasn’t amused.
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He then spent his walk home to his single apartment spitting up various textures of red, combinations of cherry and blood mostly.
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110800
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Try and put my bones back in
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