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I heard a voice. It was calling me as from a far-off cloud. I listened, holding my breath, and heard it again, though fading away, barely audible. If I hadn't known my name I wouldn't have decrypted it. Three hazy syllables clearly detached with a sigh between each of them.…
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140585
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Every encounter is a dance, every secret has its key
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140563
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While most spread their time in other occupation, I traveled through books and grew my imagination. I knew endless bliss. I was a book eater. I would just devour books that I loved and slug through those I didn't, just to make myself eat the truths and li
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140500
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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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140521
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I saw three kids the other day, two girls and a boy, crouched in conspiracy
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140533
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" . . . it's overcast with scattered rain along the Wabash River as I approach the federal correctional complex . . . "
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140573
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His audio archive of Bay Area musicians extends along two walls, twenty-five by fifteen feet, in drawers of C.D.s hundreds deep. Where will it go, I asked, permanently.
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140532
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Moonless sky of stars, silently flickered by bats, with constellations defined and bold. The curve of the plough matching that of your shoulder, as if it were a decoration.
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The blind can be a little bit
Angry now and then
Trying to be independent
They don’t want or need your help
Usually. They’re a little like bees
You have to learn to leave them alone
But I remember one day when I
Guided the fingers of Bli
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His beloved are paper-thin when he blows into the free end. Green tint from copper.
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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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140521
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In moving crowds I plan to break you.
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1405179
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he considers the swirl of galaxies/
with their black hole hearts,
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The entire room seems waiting for me like an octopus behind a closed, chained door. The monk of the lamp knows he will get his daily turn-on if he prays loudly and just enough for it. The favorite chair has my blue dent in its punched…
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140422
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The next morning Grandpa said the body was gone, no one explained to him the situation, when he asked about her they all simply said, “Scarltanua”.
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140453
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Crass, vulgar, boorish, impaired, angry, depressed, jealous, regretful.
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140463
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" . . . the government works for the aliens now, taking over the world. That's why everything's so screwed up."
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Diane couldn’t shake her compunction. Though eight and a half months had passed, nothing felt right anymore. Their conversation played out in her dreams, and stilled her during everyday errands.
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140411
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"...a head dizzy from my abuse."
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140432
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Tuesday morning while Frank was in Dr. Jawarski’s office, Michiko was sitting in the waiting room of a gynecologist’s office.
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140453
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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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140473
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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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140463
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Now I know
All you need is coffee
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140422
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They can’t help
Seeing a child even there
In the crude brushstrokes.
They say it is me.
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140475
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There are many ways to cope effectively with your life after a Les Miserables run, and everyone is different, but here are some things that have helped others work through the process.
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140443
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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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140421
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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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140300
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these dead letters for you... and then they withdrew...
something happened on the way to shabriz...
my fingertips fell on their knees.
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And I am reminded of river eyes:
The summer we slumbered,
Like mummies in the sand
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