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The bad optical, crossed or dead or lazy or stray
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Hail the yellow cab the yellow one will do just fine as second condiment to the sun
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The Muse//has used/ me up
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okay fine, on the count of three
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the mountains did change/became looming purplish waves/their spray washes us/we rinse slow 'neath lifted waves/that must be at least this tall.
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It seems that back in 1911, Kaiser Wilhelm came to this town
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Looking down you wonder, when did I eat pineapple? and Am I really this awesome or am I a facsimile of something that really sucks, even if it's that 'it's so bad it's good' kind of thing? Nope, it's just bad.
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He's got a rager for Casablanca, the old Bogart and Bergman classic. I can't snap him out of it.
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Near dusk today a car backfired on the street beneath my office window
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It began not so innocently
with voyeuristic tendencies.
the sound of concrete
and confetti in the night.
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I am young. This is years before I start to hide my accent.
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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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Dina was a woman obsessed. She had endured a three hour layover in Chicago and another four in Heathrow for this. (The flight she had enjoyed with a few glasses of red and an HGTV show about plumbing that she could watch again and again.) She had staked out this corner of…
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The bank bought out the miles of land behind our property.
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till the tiny death may we
remain true, me and you, to our flesh and blood and sinew, the
springs and silver in our tiny hearts with vicious teeth and a hard
bone need to fuck
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It was so dark below, there was only flashlights weaving about and headlights pointing in one direction.
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He had that kind of connection /
with his cocktails, intimate /
sort of like a boy and his dog. //
Cocktails have in any case /
saved him from the bottom /
of many dark wells. /
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You look at me with that contemptuous smirk while I'm here in Walmart dressed in sweats and house slippers, sloppy, a bit fat, trying to figure out which electric toothbrush to buy.
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I think she later thought about that. Just as she loved her son, I loved my mother. Just as my dad loved her, so the same kind of protective honoring love existed. Right or wrong, it was there, the elephant in the room.
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My relationship with Uzma exists on several levels, from basic to abstract, from animal magnetism to spiritual journey.
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Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
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Every encounter is a dance, every secret has its key
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I was about sixteen or seventeen when James Miller had a stroke and died. He was a friend of my father's and a preacher-guy. The last time our church had been that full was at the barbecue the weekend after the church was built. Somehow, the structure went…
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I am trying very hard to rhyme,
and trying very hard not to.
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Irony is written sarcasm. Sarcasm is spoken irony: the opposite of what is meant. Catholic irony in fiction seems deeper and more related to theme. Protestant irony starts with P as do other þing.
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“Do you have a job? Are you going back to school,” I asked, you know, because I’m hip like that.
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Jannsun started working for Matrix back when he gave up on writing the next great American Novel, which was about five years ago, right after the war. He was old for a Web Zone designer but who knew? Who cared? His work was all done via satellite and as l
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The princess knew exactly where to find the annoying gurgling frog of her childhood, but she wasn't wearing the right shoes to step onto lily pads with, so she decided there and then to take a stolen boat out onto that soft mission, all by herself instead. It was a…
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It was the woman, Mary Lou Compton, that he cared about. They would've been happily married by now if Bryce hadn't killed his Uncle Ned.
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In punch drunk waiting rooms... On election routes
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