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Je Suis Vincent

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I saw Vincent one day, sitting at a café table that was situated right next to the quays of the Seine, with another artist by the name of Bernard. Vincent had his back to me, and he was leaning forward in his usual hyper-excitement, gesturing wildly

stye

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poked in the eye

Omen

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The bird sat there some time. Several minutes. My wife and I grabbed out i-Pads and took pictures.

The Nude Pianist: A Novel: Chapter 16

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Depression had Frank in its craw.

Sharp-shinned

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Survival is often violent.

Path

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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree

Les Cahiers du Kung Fu Pimping Cinema

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We at Cahiers must continually ask–is le cinema de kung fu pimping really, truly—as bad as it wanna be?

Come Monday

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“Have the cousins arrived?”

I Don't Know What This is About, But.

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Bent, crooked and straight, knifed.

In A Lightning Storm, Sheep Run Through Barbed Wire

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I used to fear things. The lonesome wind come through the clapboards. Dry hillsides rustling. My own skin in the summer heat. Rattlers. Lurking. Abandoned coal pits. Pa said I was afraid of desolation. I didn't know what he meant by that. How can you be…

Close/Far

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If you were glassI'd fog you up With my breathI'd leave messagesPictographsIn fingerprints I'd press in closeSo would youAnd so we'd danceBut you are glassAn inch of depthTo catch my breath

Birds Fly

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Birds fly and people hurry in the wind and rain like it's a matter of pity.

Woman Things

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...when the doctor scrapes the baby out, he cuts out all the things that make babies, too...

Youth

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I'm ten.

Ordinary Fruit

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I was insufficiently abused as a child.

Pancakes

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I’d look for a fork and quickly stab a piece of it and bite into it, feeling good about the finality of things.

riversong

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pulled the wool off my head found i was almost dead

Cardiovascular

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circumstances// squeeze the heart so hard/ that you should die but don’t.

Father Dunne's School for Wayward Boys #6

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Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,

The Duplicate

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For weeks they used every medium to say: This day will be an end or a beginning.

The Ballad of the Headless Bunny

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I stepped down on what looked like a mouse Bloody and lifeless outside of our house. I took bag in hand and prepared to grab it When I realized the thing was the head of a rabbit!

Park

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“It’s time we moved our relationship back into an upright position,” I said.

Duck for Dinner

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My friend and I were once walking the aisles of a supermarket because we decided we were going to have roasted duck. We didn’t know how to cook, but as the old Filipino reds used to say: If not now, when? If we don’t learn how to cook now, as in NOW, then

68 & Riverside

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Martin met Siena in the elevator, carrying two brown bags of groceries. She asked him to press the button for floor eight. As they rose, Martin fixed his eyes on the display as it changed numbers: G, 2, 3… and so on.

It makes no difference

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So I'll throw in ten.

Hot Rod Heaven

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"a ratty, red, medium-sized bicycle for sale in a ratty, medium-sized yard."

If. You. Speak.

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The one at dusk is not the one you met this morning. That one's gone like a head in the window.

Questions of the Tenth Month

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my loosening grip on time.

Annals of the Naked Rowdies #3

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It was a dire and dun-colored year when groupies wept and autograph seekers put down their pens.

Read My Lips, or Simply Refer to the Subtitles

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A friend has been shopping an opera around without success. It's about Arthur Inman, a hypochondriac who hired people to talk to and, in some cases, have sex with him.