1439 5 3
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Could even drift off to
New Orleans for a slow sip
of a hurricane
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143911
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It's called the Knee Defender. But I prefer to think of it as the Schmuck Identifier.
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143955
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Then I am in Washington DC impersonating an accountant.
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143953
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An electromagnetic pulse/
scrubbed the servers./
The clouds wisped and blew away, empty./
Markets lost what little mind they had.
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143833
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I remember the days when my brother and I would walk down Tillman Square, careful to avoid the cracks zigzagging along the ground. Well I did. My brother made a point to step on every one.
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143843
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143843
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It’s quite simple - don’t move.
No fake or feint - just stand your ground.
The fixed gaze, the thousand yard stare, hold your place.
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143842
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They sit across from each other and she smiles as if they were in a normal place.
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14381413
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Let me say these words now
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143875
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I dreamt, said the Donkey, of an apricot. An apricot the size of a heart. …
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143851
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At 19 words, the whole piece is a snippet.
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143865
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You're sitting in a darkened theatre with Gothic ceilings and one exit watching the latest Alan Ladd film with William Bendix and Veronica Lake.
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143811
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She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
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14381612
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I am experience and information//
at a small but irredeemable remove.
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143894
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I've never liked kind eyes;I prefer drive.Or fire.And when a woman's eyes are described as "doe,"I hear "dumb."Like an animal.
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1438117
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Jimi and Janis remain fierce and beautiful
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143810
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What chaos comes from / insufficiency? What else can calcify dreams?
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143830
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After our first kiss,
a team of scientists
scrubbed away the cancer
of your lipstick.
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143841
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We'd been talking about the baby, about what we would do, when the women began fighting after the wedding held in the church next to our apartment. Their fierce and piercing arguments crawled up the walls to the second story window we sat next to. We'd looked outside…
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143821
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My mind is on idle as it knows no other way to go. I look for good news, but if there is any, will I be able to process it?
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143763
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Chewing on peppered peanuts, thin flakes scattered carelessly around his squat, Father unfurls his turban and mops his clammy pate with an open palm.
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143750
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I noticed his pistol before his pissbag and I knew then that failure not only had a face but a balding head, too
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143732
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Why not just self-publish on Fictionaut and be read by thousands of my peers? Why not release my cherished work directly to my thousands of Facebook or Twitter or blog friends? Can the budding writer that I am realistically expect a larger audience?
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143733
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I nearly burst out laughing when I heard myself telling him in my accented English that she’d confided in me that she was preparing to sacrifice herself as part of an elaborate snuff film produced by a band of psychotic artists hell-bent on making up for
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143721
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It was R who embodied love for me. We’d eaten gummi worms in the park, held them up to the sun, yellow and green and translucent. When we returned to her flat, they were everywhere. I’d never seen such a thing. They hung in the air, these gummi worms.
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143722
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So young. So innocent. How do you tell a little one that her mother is dying? The father seemed to be bathing in a sea of hopelessness lately.
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143700
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A door slams. The vibrations rattle through the floor, up his legs and into his chest. He can hear the yells, and the tears that mar her voice. Rat-ta-tatRat-ta-tat A door slams. Eyes closed while images of a life he will never live flicker on…
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143796
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Tell people of substance the truth.
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143776
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The outside world will intrude . . .
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143724
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What
I learned/one summer/in the North East/Thessaloniki heat was. . . .
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