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There was much joy in Galilee, for it was not often that two marriages, not merely one, were celebrated in one ceremony.
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pulled the
wool off my head
found i
was almost dead
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Instead, we found his red-inked list of boys who would never be saved,
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“Kids okay?” I didn’t mean anything by it–it would have been innocent small talk any other time–but he took up the suggestion.
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“It’s time we moved our relationship back into an upright position,” I said.
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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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I can trust you with my secrets, can’t I?
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Savvy as a nine-year-old playing poker with high rollers in Las Vegas, that was Paulie. She'd finally thrown Dick Weasel out the night before, but that morning Diana'd shot down their plan of sharing the house in a “man-free”…
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my loosening grip on time.
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And if I lived a thousand lives...
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I was insufficiently abused as a child.
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He pronounced the Afrikaans word with the vowel sound like the vowel in dour. It meant box, but it also meant cunt.
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Sunday, May 9, 1773 Sir — The world must at present be perpetual on the primitive state of human nature Conjecture The jealousy and envy boils over a dead weight strangled serpents in the Temple
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circumstances//
squeeze the heart so hard/
that you should die but don’t.
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i watch my mind not wanting to touch the vanished rusty notes remain objects of consciousness heaven and hell inside us each moment birds fly through mental speech dark garden rain olive green cool breath of betrayal siempre mixed with greed awakens…
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you happen to me like motorcycle tricks
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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
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Saturday at Portobello market. Wind whittles leaves from the trees; casts shop signs into windows, turning glass to shimmering fishscale.
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Bounder squirmed out of Francesco’s hands and ran into the kitchen.
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"a ratty, red, medium-sized bicycle for sale in a ratty, medium-sized yard."
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Birds fly and people
hurry in the wind and rain like it's a matter
of pity.
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As the breeze slowly died, another breeze brought her back up, one breeze after another like the hands of God carrying her through the sky.
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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.
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She dropped the bundle of faggots she had collected and spun around with her mouth open.
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on cd I make
john hiatt does not smash
perfectly good guitar
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“If we had more bats we’d have fewer bugs,”
I said. She shrank back into her sweater,
and gave me a look, then a shrug.
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I heard them praying to some god
none of us had ever heard of.
I'm glad I went to the funeral
and still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into his grave.
At some point
you have to stop nibbling
from the moldy cake.
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It was noon and cloudless when I pulled over next to the icehouse, wedged in the X formed by two dirt roads.
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The falling may continue//
forever.
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