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Tree full of dimes and dollars
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127911
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“I love women. They’re like goddesses.”
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127973
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Not the torn magazine page, not the smell of ink, not the sweat of palm nor the froth of irish spring
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She had endured three years of abuse for those hot, fleeting moments of tenderness—just enough warmth to keep her second-guessing the bitter frost. Now the ring promised a lifetime of biting back her pain.
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state a shambles, mountains and rivers endure./meanwhile, the city hides amidst spring's thick growth . . .
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His granddaughter, Ivy, sat on his knee looking at an old photo album she found under the couch during one of her afternoon explorations. She made him wipe off the dust and cobwebs before he took her through all the pictures, per normal protocol. The albu
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You sleep. The time is soft and slow.
Your dreams are covered with the snow.
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127884
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An infested, indifferent universe . . .
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1278116
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Heel to toe, our bunions
are our ingrown medals.
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127811
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The priest went into the place in those parts, the priest an old pear or grape gotten ripe and then moreso, but never actually expiring . He was hunched and it looked like he was broken at some integral part, but nobody could tell for sure where. One time, a bat…
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She became suited to herself only. She no longer tried in any way to fit, she fought the molds they created and kept moving in her own direction. Often forward, sometimes a bit backward, and she rightly scaled her own Mt. Olympus and there she sat with he
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127821
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Roy Williams was his real name. It had been for the last 15 years. Since retiring from the Firm he’d lived innocuously in an apartment near the Old City walls of Dubrovnik doing the occasional quick job for them. You never entirely retired from the Firm.
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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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JOSEPH YOUNG Joseph Young You might start with the top of the head, where the heat goes. This is first, first from the womb, the first word. Joseph Young There might have been a faith that placed it in the mouth, not the…
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I had a sister-in-law who was a licensed nutritionist. Not sure what “licensed” means, but she had some certificate and worked in a hospital. Hospitals! Places not known for their cuisine, much less their nutrition. —So, what do you…
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127842
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Dee startled awake from the dream, sat up in bed and looked around the room. The dream came back--hazy, yet clearer by the second. Dee had been warning the girl in her dream that he was a monster; that she shouldn't talk to him, should stay far away from him. …
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We'll all face the raging river, some sooner than others.
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Hi de ho, and hey, hey, hey; The farmer's daughter is made of hay. I went to touch her but she blew away, And noo ma hert is nae langer gay. Hi de hoo, and how do you do? The farmer's wife has a cold up her flue, And takes me away…
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circumstances//
squeeze the heart so hard/
that you should die but don’t.
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He was a Jack Russell terrier
hanging like a baby
in a carrier
strapped to my chest
He had all four legs
wrapped around me
and was licking me
with his long tongue
I asked him what his name
was, and in a real low voice
he said
Min
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The guy – it’s Billy Krazik - turns and aims at Jamie Stockwell, sitting there calmly as if he’s in the play or something and he takes two to the head.
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the small break of consciousness that is my dreamswaterso much wateri can never forgive the watertoo many tears
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127875
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Everything conspires to kill you:
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127721
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“He didn’t finish ‘The Witchcraft of Salem Village,’” Scooter says, tattling on his little brother. I’m projecting him to be a first-round draft pick by the National Security Agency in about ten years.
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1277116
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Unless they leave you comatose,/
it’s the disasters you remember.
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127751
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a man sees salamander bands / a-cracklin on the scree
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127784
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In the moment
I crinkle the aluminum foil,
The sandwich now a deeper
Part of me
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Is there a homunculus in my brain guiding everything like the pilot of an airliner?
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