1343 7 6
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Whistler pounded a nuanced nail,
into our inferior foreheads.
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134300
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During the hangover, I crawl to my desktop computer and then Google “rapid STI testing” and “speedy divorce”
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134333
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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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134333
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Violet goes with her mother to the home, delivering cookies to old folks. She's getting to hate how she goes along with everything her mother asks. Some of her friends are rebelling already, and Violet feels something under her skin. It's still just a dark shape, lurking…
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1343144
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. . . once you start reading and thinking about what he's saying, it's like looking at the reflection of your soul in a mirror . . .
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134341
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He gave her everything she hoped for, with the exception of two things.
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134320
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Her eyes still fixed on him as if to whisper her concerns of fidelity.
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134397
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Seeing her in black /
with his arm around her /
from the other side /
of a glass door. /
He gave her a beer. /
She might’ve been thirsty, /
uncomfortable.
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134342
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134333
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Once in a while I have the time of my life /
in this god-forsaken Earth:
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1343118
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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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134364
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My head is nailed to yesterday.
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13431511
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I have become interested in Carracci / Ludovico Carracci
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1343188
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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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134341
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We gave our cigarettes names.
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134221
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I look as sympathetic as I can, under the circumstance, which is entirely unsympathetic.
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134286
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Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
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134222
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I had the idea while I was in the county jail. I would get jail glasses; I wouldn’t be me; I’d be some other person. I could pretend that it was someone else rotting away in that 8x12 cell.
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134200
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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.
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134244
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The first time that
Beethoven’s Fifth was played,
people ran into the streets.
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134211
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Joanne Simpson sat in her pew of the church that dominated her tiny town, listening to the buzzing of disturbed voices like a hive of bees trapped in a wall. She knew exactly what was wrong. Some parishioners sat on the edge of the pews, while some whispe
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134253
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Crass, vulgar, boorish, impaired, angry, depressed, jealous, regretful.
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134253
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Her name was Christine
and she was nailed to the cross
of their lust
and their greed,
and their vengeance
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134211
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His Danger Pistol was out of bullets, his Bag of Tricks was empty, and he wasted his last can of Antimatter back at the lab. All he had was his Charm and his wits. Charm wouldn't last forever, and he'd always come up a little short in the wits department.
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134254
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He stopped believing in God when he learned how balls worked. Spermatocytes turned into spermatids and spermatids turned into spermatozoa, the transition taking place in tiny loop de loops called the seminiferous tubules which contain at least three…
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134244
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Once upon a time I sat in summer chairs beside cool vine walls. This was in a borough east of the major city, where families gathered in seasonal joy, by blooms fragrant, to worship the summer and its might. There is nothing diminutive about the world when one is…
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My mother’s serene and patient voice flew up the staircase once again “Megan, are you done feeling sorry for yourself?”
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if i could i would leave/ my beating heart like flowers/ pumping blood upon your doorstep/ in gory testament/ to the way you make me feel.
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