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She doesn't regret that they hadn't spoken. What did they have to say to each other, anyway?
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1472102
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Rasheed changes his mind about working for me. He can't bring himself to break with Uzma. The bond between them is too strong. I admire his loyalty, to her and to her parents. Don turns out to be my most reliable ally. Plus, he brings a ragtag security force with…
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147254
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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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147210
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One of these days
we aren’t going to believe
whatever they tell us.
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147254
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Johnny K. didn't much like taking his exotic drugs any more. He now thought that the common reality was already an intense enough trip without wrapping it all up in enough gauze to cause permanent daydreams to the head. He liked his cheap hamburgers…
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147100
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Our entire planet became poisoned by the monoculture system of agriculture.
Mother Earth, who is the very soil we stand on, play on, dig in; Mother Earth, who is the very air we breathe, laugh in, talk in; Mother Earth, who is the very streams, river
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147121
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The park is filled with tents, tarps, and supporting structures, along with hundreds of diverse individuals seeking a common focus, wanting to make a difference, expressing an abundance of opinion, verbally and with signs.
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147133
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The man who put up the clothes line left his kids upstairs at night and came down to my bed.
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147100
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Mayumi flicked her hand, making her circle deflect the spell. She picked up speed and her hand grabbed Emi.
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147110
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Once upon a slime there was an Edenlike place that existed in outerspace all by itself. It was lonely, this little rock in space
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147184
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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147182
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I had ink for blood then and “the news” was my oxygen.
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147198
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This is what happens when a writer falls in love...
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147120
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If you had gotten pregnant our last time, in 1967 (when you lied and told me “I guess I’m finally over you,”) then our son could have been that man you saw with the drooping moustache and his coattails flying in the lobby of the building in Louisville,
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147196
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Plans were all set. We were leaving this town. We'd been creeping around long enough and Marla wanted nothing more than to get out and away from the shallow, old bastard she married. “Fuck his mansion and fuck his country club”, she said. We both agreed that he…
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1471118
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In time's embroidery, the human storyis a short stretch of a short strand within the thread of half a knot-and that stretch of strand's defective. What will mourn us when we're gone?Not the plants which live so lightly on the earth.Not the scorpions and not the ants.Perhaps…
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147142
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Across the placid sea/The only moving ship/
Was eyed by Blackbeard
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147144
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Bud Light, B. O.
and Freeloader Heaven,
they step onto the
back of the bus without a cent
We pass by the Karma Wash
but no one gets off the bus
We pass by the
Endless Soup and Salad Kitchen
where we witness a crowd
swarming over a ch
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147120
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Where We Come From (ver. 2.0) (Leadwood, Missouri pop. 1,200) I Matt lit a joint here driving beneath the arms of dying trees The moon shone through in jigsaw puzzles that we could never quite figure out Gravel crackled like leaves in fire …
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147110
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147010
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A tanka poem inspired by the 40 million debit card numbers stolen from Target stores since Black Friday last month.
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147055
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Summer nights or frozen
winter, the crackles of his black.
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147040
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New Year's Eve 1984: I was a hit with my outfit. When I walked into the house, a teenage girl looked me up and down and said, “Nice knickerbockers.” My cousins dragged me to the living room floor which was crowded with my family dancing and I started…
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147032
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Bounder squirmed out of Francesco’s hands and ran into the kitchen.
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14701910
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got the space heater going in the desert
got a lot of space out there somewhere
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147010
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So into the woods we went, hoping to open a portal into the netherworld of make believe. I had a feeling we would see nothing, but she believed in me. At the very least I would spend a few very nice days backpacking in the wilderness.
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147044
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the carnival ride hurtles the spinning man over canyons of light and barkers & streams of cotton candy girls
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147074
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Jim Morrison moved
ever so slightly
in the cold of his grave
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1470137
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We have been well and truly fucked with ideological batons
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147035
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Does God feel the same way /
whenever you practice your indifference toward me
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