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If you shoot at them now, it'll be attempted murder or, worse, premeditated murder.
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Liking up with the Joneses...
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125400
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There was a motley assortment of customers in the restaurant. Mostly casually dressed young men and women who looked like freelancers of some persuasion.
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Prayer: Cold prayers in her throat, so far all unanswered. This thing grows steadily, unmistakably, cobbling counterfeit cells and flesh together into an unspeakable mass.
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125498
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This is what happens when a writer falls in love...
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125441
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She’s new, with the enthusiasm of a new person. And everyone wants the new girl.
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125444
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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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125442
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Frank was happy to leave the art show and take the train back to SoHo.
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Robbie’s wrists itched hard, the cord was sunk in so tight his hands were bordering now on blue, now purple. Too late to matter.
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1254106
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The face had become a chilling death mask.
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125455
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Perdita's confusing profusion of parts makes it impossible to know which way up she goes.She flutters beneath the camera's shuttered stare, …
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125483
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The particles of dust didn't want to be looked at
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125410
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If Mad Dog were interrogated by female U.S. forces in a combat-riven no-woman’s-land to see if he was really an American, he couldn’t name the most recent WNBA champion.
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125453
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I don't look like other poets. /
People hardly believe it when I say /
"I write poetry, sometimes. /
During lonely evenings."
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125498
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Sometimes, you compare your living situation to a prison because it makes you feel better. "At least I have a fridge," you think to yourself.
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125432
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And so began my love affair with a thick, semisold substance. Sort of like Mary Van de Velde, the chubby girl who was my partner in my 6th grade polka troupe.
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let competitions in crime ensue
let every madness bring
let every sword be drawn
let every furious rage flow free
let anger know no shame
let all blind rage inflame . . .
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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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1253106
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“still watersrun deep” is not my portionborn to make waves Formed from the ocean
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125332
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Falling asleep remembering lies that had been built around lies
Lies to impress people
Lies to make life more convenient
Lies, I didn’t even know why I told them.
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125341
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She once told me that cleanliness is next to godliness, but I think everything is next to godliness, if you care enough to pay attention.
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125355
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Some nights I want to take my father’s glock / and build my skull a sunroof.
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125364
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I try as much as I can to write but only in as much as you believe―am I successful.
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125310
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We are driving towards New Jersey, my husband and I, to pick up our seventeen-year-old daughter who is visiting her father for the weekend. As we drive there, I am suddenly reminded of how much I used to love my ex-husband, particularly when I was sevente
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125311
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Hands and fingers feeling down
Cross the boundaries I laid
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125300
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My Mother always said that a storm was death knocking.
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125384
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When the poet loves,/ I said, quoting the poet,/ he loves himself.
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125353
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The questions piled up so high I thought I'd neverget through the door.The ease of alcohol, the incline of submission. Guttural sounds and spittle.Wipe down the morning afterwith a shower.Redress in last night's clothes.There's coffee if you want it.Sincerity too -no,…
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Yellows and reds shed
warp and weft
bobbins of color
spooling...
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