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He will feast and die beneath the glaring gaze of the western sky, waiting patiently for what will come next
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Six months passed and the lovers decided speaking was no longer a necessary component in their relationship. They did this over breakfast, delicately spooning pink triangles of grapefruit into their mouths. Not a word spoken.
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Later, you've hit that four shot espresso limit; you've snarfed down that too rich mushroom korma… gone before you tasted it.
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PATHOLOGY How awful it is to dissect a marriage! It lays naked on the therapist's steely table. He makes his first incision into the bloated stomach of our malnourished union. He polishes his glasses and peers, cuts the thin taut skin of our…
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Inspired by "The Dunwich Horror"" by H.P. Lovecraft, this excerpt concerns the events in the life of a man who is coming to the awareness that his son has followed in his grandfather's steps and begun the process of conjuring a spirit that killed him.
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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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I remember screaming and wanting to run from the living room that time you came home drunk.
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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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Sitting in the SUV awaiting the trooper behind us I felt a warning tingle.
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In punch drunk waiting rooms... On election routes
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The following is a true story. Though it happened 35 years ago, it happened last night too. Everyday a new convert is welcome, a new tapestry begun. A new hunger is born.
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full of mad hope / we dash into the street / leap into the fray / and enter splendiferous lists
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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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Hail the yellow cab the yellow one will do just fine as second condiment to the sun
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I laughed hysterically at Austin Powers.
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Four ships anchor
Far off shore
Chains slip
Beneath the swell.
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The boy buckled in and told his mom, “No mommy, I can do it myself”
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He fought off the U-boat packs in the Atlantic — one hand on the tiller, one on the torpedo launch button.
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His Danger Pistol was out of bullets, his Bag of Tricks was empty, and he wasted his last can of Antimatter back at the lab. All he had was his Charm and his wits. Charm wouldn't last forever, and he'd always come up a little short in the wits department.
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You're sitting in a darkened theatre with Gothic ceilings and one exit watching the latest Alan Ladd film with William Bendix and Veronica Lake.
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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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He was rummaging through his giant pile of clothing on the floor, looking for something to wear to sleep. When he couldn't quite tell what was dirty and what was clean, he knew it was time for laundry. Just as he was going to…
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I am young. This is years before I start to hide my accent.
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I ask if anyone has a poem or a story they would like to read. Everybody's hand shoots up.
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I've been in Tucson two days, and so far most of my conversations with my father have taken place while I crane my neck and squint into the sun. I scream up, he screams down.
He needs to fix the leaky roof before the rainy season, he says.
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I. The cowboy of my heart rides high in the saddle. Behind him, the long tail of his speeding palomino, golden — like the hair to the girls I was later to want so desperately — stands straight out from his sweating, muscular haunches. It's time.…
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The bad optical, crossed or dead or lazy or stray
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Anneliese inserted one of her crystal drops in Hymen's left ear and kept her left earring in. For a quarter, she bought a handful of cashews and plopped them on a red napkin.
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The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
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