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Contest rules are simple. Two teams of five hunters each are established by drawing from pools of interested volunteers and selected prison inmates confined for capital crimes and illegal immigration.
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134122
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I could have said no. I should have said no. Prudence, however, was not in the air. Fourteen minutes later I am at the door of his condo a few blocks from Pier 39. Twenty minutes later I have wriggled into his extra wetsuit and am following him on his wif
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134133
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She woke before the sun was up to brew a pot of coffee. His eyes blinked open as he lay in bed smiling, smelling the fresh coffee mixed with marijuana smoke. He walked to the living room and sat next to her on the couch. He rested his head against her shoulder.…
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134121
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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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134121
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You sleep. The time is soft and slow.
Your dreams are covered with the snow.
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134053
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You are nothing but a generic white man with average looks and intelligence, trapped in an indie romantic comedy. You sit in your overstuffed coffeeshop chair, drinking an impossibly befoamed cappuccino, the sleeves of your flannel rolled up to your elbows, mellow synth…
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134021
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It made him feel better to imagine she was someone else, someone he didn't know. This comfort bothered him
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13401413
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Let me say these words now
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134022
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You are rounded just the way the mountain is, out the window. The sun sets on both of you now. Three of you, I should say: the mountain, and you, and little Frank, who is currently batting my ear because he doesn't want to be named Frank but it's for your dead father,…
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134041
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She’s new, with the enthusiasm of a new person. And everyone wants the new girl.
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13401912
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She's not a poet, but does she have to be? She comes to the reading to read the poems of her recently dead husband, for she made a vow: that she would read his work at an open mic. Now she is keeping her word. It's her way of keeping him alive or maybe it's his way of…
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134000
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Azure lowered her head, nearly burying it in the window, watching the helicopter land.
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134021
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Okay, I’ll admit it, the earth was shaken on the world's underside, when you left for California. And I sometimes slept on the shores of Lake Michigan and Fox River for your tremendous thousand years’ charisma. To say I cried out in pain would be lettin
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134010
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Us kids in left field steal out bedroom windows after dark to pinch hit Lucky Strikes between first and second fingers, arc the glow of shop-lifted hot-boxed cigarettes over the chain link homerun fence sprawl on perfectly ridiculous grass passing a bottle…
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134031
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whenever i see youit feels like birds are flyingin and out of my facemy head is ghost-like and birds flythrough iti want to hold the birds insidemy head and turn them intosex maniacs
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134054
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I don’t even want to think about Aethra shtupping Posiden and Aegeus
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134011
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I like violence /
because they refused to pay at attention to me /
as a child.
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134033
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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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134053
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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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134073
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Not the torn magazine page, not the smell of ink, not the sweat of palm nor the froth of irish spring
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134000
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There was a bird on the windowsill, a sparrow, its silhouette backlit by a view of Uptown. She remembered many sparrows during her forced trips to Mercy Hospital...That was all over now...
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134022
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This is the record of a drowning.
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133921
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Q: Tell me briefly about how you got into the death industry.
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133920
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2. Travel To Somewhere Fascinating, Even In Your Own Back Yard!
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133953
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We took our turn at the younger stage. One good turn deserves another and all that crap. But does it always have to strong-arm the world's latest lovers apart with so much pushed and shoved ultra violence?So far…
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133911
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Damn, the light turned
green
on me.
Wasn't ready.
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1339109
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Your tunamelt cadence / Sank me to ocean floors
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133900
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This tanka poem was inspired by news report that the Macy's of "Miracle on 34th Street" fame has a white Santa in front and a black Santa in back.
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133922
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The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”
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133933
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Tokarsky and I got chased off an El train by a couple of mean-looking black dudes who looked like they were going to crush us. I let go a spritz of tear gas that I had on me in the train and we ran as it came to a stop at the Morris Street stop. They chas
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