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Why, these were the young hands
that I kissed only last night.
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A single woman should regard every train ride as an opportunity, I once read in one of those “How to Find A Boyfriend” books. “When boarding the train, don't take the first available seat,“ the author advised. “Walk through all the cars…
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Rose was the easiest lay in the Fletcher Memorial Home For The Aged.
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son a superfly/alligator shoe clad/networking man/working a beeper and flip phone/twisting blueberry spliffs/on ma's porch
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in the pink distance / a boy in a corduroy shirt / sits before an upended electrical spindle / and drinks a vodka gimlet
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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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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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I want to write a story about a woman who lies to men about her height.
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125621
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You sleep. The time is soft and slow.
Your dreams are covered with the snow.
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Wild are the woods tucked in the backyards, tame the front lawns of green, manicured, with a hedge and a few flowers, a well-maintained driveway, and a garage door.
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125501
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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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125553
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Crass, vulgar, boorish, impaired, angry, depressed, jealous, regretful.
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Girolamo Dente was nodding off in his studio at Découvrir Art when he heard the alarm.
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125531
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I once dreamed of taking a trip to Northumbria with a lover and reading the poem together on the fells.
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It was a mildly windy day of the working week in the financial district of the city—the bright morning sun was out—when a security guard was called to the fifteenth floor to deal with a disruption.
“This way.”
Someone pointed to a desk. At the desk
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It’s possible that you’re dying. Every headache a brain tumor, your friend once said. You laughed then. Now you begin to see what he meant.
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This time he was dressed in a snap-brimmed hat, zoot suit with a gold chain and two-toned shoes; something out of a sad, lost Los Angeles past. I had no choice but to follow him as he walked down stairs that led to the Metro. We stood near one another,…
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He sees the dogs through the window, his babies, sleeping on opposite ends of the couch. His girl, lying supine, hind legs spread, grotesquely, almost comically, as far as they can without being flush with the cushion. His boy, Cosmo, face down, the power…
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“It’s time we moved our relationship back into an upright position,” I said.
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125432
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Franz Kafka opens the refrigerator
And removes a bowl of jello
With the face of Bella Abzug in it
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Have you measured the cups, the conveyors' yield? Do you know the span? I am the LORD your God, she murmured.
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125411
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A 20-footer up on skids
sky-blue paint beneath the bondo
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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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The scared woman, she hides her flaws from the world.
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It loomed -- unavoidable.
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She was from Tennessee,
with advantages over me.
An upbringing surrounded by books
and sensitivity.
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It is dead, for a time.
Sometimes we are all dead for a time.
Our lives leave off, sleep under the weight of snow.
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125342
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No freebies. You want to read it, you have to read all of it.
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Metropolitan I. Atlantic harbinger of this our swaddled dawn: Mistaking moon's sea sweep for this the frown The sky's plain-countenanced creatures maytimes weep Upon the surface-sundown of our lawn, When gaily surfaced for…
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