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Little Roy Farrell'd taken a bite of his fourth grade teacher's ear as she bent close to help him sound out the word “grace.” Doc Felter had sewn most of teacher's ear back on, but by seventh grade Roy still couldn't read and never understood that he'd in
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After our first kiss,
a team of scientists
scrubbed away the cancer
of your lipstick.
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In his tiny fist he held the world
In his other his mothers hand
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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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I dreamt, said the Donkey, of an apricot. An apricot the size of a heart. …
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the sour waft of a secret
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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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"Shouldn’t I be able to easily get my arms around nothing?”
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What
I learned/one summer/in the North East/Thessaloniki heat was. . . .
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She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
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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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The old lady is losing her memory. She forgets people's names yet so familiar to her. A little sheepish, she takes her basket and walks to the village. Just like when her legs were young, suntanned, shapely and attractive. Along the footpath, by the shop windows, over the…
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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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Could even drift off to
New Orleans for a slow sip
of a hurricane
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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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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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Tell people of substance the truth.
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The night before we dug John Clark's grave, my brother and I stood outside his windows and got an eyeful. Rose, his wife, should have closed the blinds. There she was in the arms of Willard, her neighbor, middle school science teacher. It was a serious…
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Jimi and Janis remain fierce and beautiful
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was entering into a new phase of its existence, a peculiar paradigm of the wider world where, presaged by science, economic and political ideologies were conspiring to displace the old verities of religion and aesthetics, but where…
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You don't just hear the sound, you are the sound, you and everyone else in the room.
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Play somethin’ solemn, they told me, or somethin’ that sounds like home or the mountains in summer.
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Then I am in Washington DC impersonating an accountant.
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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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They sit across from each other and she smiles as if they were in a normal place.
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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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She had the smile of a pixie on mushrooms in a disco ball universe, and I dug her style.
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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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