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Lulls, and the gulls, amid the tides and their tears (And I join their voices and my heart is run), Though each or neither takes no part in my fears, I join no hands with the beach or the years (And the ships slip near plus yon). Held handfast,…
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122143
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I got the news that you had died as I was
eating American chop suey, watching the Celtics.
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122110
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they say the sense of smell is the strongest sense connected to memory, but not for me
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122043
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122010
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Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
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122032
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It was a Thursday. That's when I found out about the blueberries. Those precious, round little wonders, now forever untouchable.I left the note on the ledge of the balcony, taped down so it wouldn't fly away.It was going to come to this, eventually. After…
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122022
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On the days I wasn’t there, my insides felt like paper-mâché.
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122011
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May is National Masturbation Month. How do I know? My pal Senior Sex Expert Joan Price is not only vigorously celebrating, but doing everything she can to spread the word.“I'm on it!” I assured her when she told me. “Thanks.”…
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122053
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Just like real life before poundsigns.
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122033
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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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12201410
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It was 14:24 official eBay time. Louise had spent hours looking at over 30,000 items under “Elvis Memorabilia"
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122040
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Living in the dark ages without language,
I think I’ve been dead long enough.
You can come out of the vast fields of night.
Come out of the vast galactic storm without light.
The darkened dreams
that speed past with their false and brightly lit
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122022
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I am young. This is years before I start to hide my accent.
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122094
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As a child I drowned myself in the pages of books, and as a writer I prefer to be left alone with my imagination.
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122011
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One winter day, walking home from work because his old Honda Civic refused to start out of sheer laziness, Martin found the cat in the alley behind his apartment building. It was terribly thin, with a swollen belly. It twirled around his legs, pleading with big…
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122074
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Last night was full of little fists
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122000
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Whenever Lady Gaga took the stage,
We peons on the benches cheered for her:
She dripped of jewels and paint, and blessed sage,
Wore meat as the antithesis to fur.
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122032
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She is not centered, but she finds her way.
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122054
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Even mockingbirds are scarce;
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121900
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Character & Fitness, the opening chapter to my novel, "Death of the Dying City."
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121965
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My dumb body
that does not speak
still
cried out your name
last night.
Did you hear it,
maybe
in your sleep?
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121973
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121966
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There I was at the OPEN HOUSE. It was easy, three doors down. The sign on the lawn said, PRICE REDUCED. The real estate lady said, “Back again? Thinking of buying”? I laughed. There were several couples there. People have…
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121911
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Eating my teeth off pulling the silk from my lips and swallowing each kerchief wholejust trying to find the priest who has his heart set on a motorcycle
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121942
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Gripping the sink, head bowed, I let the blood gather on the rim of my nose, pooling for a moment, before its fleeting journey towards the basin.
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121902
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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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121977
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this elegant silver wrench/
which from the opposite side/
becomes a golden Phillips-head
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121942
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Every day from my window I saw John Brigham's dog making its way across my field. The dog picked carefully through the shorn corn stubble taking the same route, I'm guessing, it took when the stalks made a shaded rustling forest. There is a narrow path…
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121933
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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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121933
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we ran that afternoon/across Bayshore lanes/into green blooming fields, beyond all those
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