1935 9 4
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I think that I write toward death and to stave off death and to remember the dead and to address what is dead in me.
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193531
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Chap. XI: A Place Beauteous of Which I Dare Not Speak And when I had released the spirit from his worldly prison, he did show to me a way that man does not travel, though travel it I did with him until we should chance to see such things as should never be polaroided (and…
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193521
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He was the kind of cat who began lifting weights in the fourth grade.
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193421
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Simon Ridley only had one special power. Whenever he walked into a room, an awkward silence would descend.
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19344822
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When the snow reached the windowsills I was no longer a virgin.
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19331714
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I'm reading your remains.
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193374
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Teddy laughs like a machine gun. People back away when they hear him. Every time I see him at work, I try to make his skinny body rattle. I would never back away.
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193254
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O’Malley imagined the blissful, narcotic innocence of Toby’s world where soft-shell crabs crawled into people’s mouths and hummed a happy tune as they were chewed and swallowed.
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193187
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...filled with the wildness, the inner sensibility of brilliance.
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19302012
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We’re friends and all but we’re just me and him friends, we’re not the kind of friends that you bring to supper.
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193000
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Like gymnastics, shoplifting is a discipline of youth.
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19291814
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From the way she scooped him from his buggy, shushed him, kissed his tears and hugged him...
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192900
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The kitchen I snuck out of seventeen years before kept fading to black and white, with this layer of something between me and them.
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19282319
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He and I are still and somber at the kitchen table. We’re both wearing black and stare at each other through blood-shot eyes. The children’s thumps echo on the ceiling above. I think about the other family’s children.
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19284022
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You have arrived at the river, numb with the murmur of the city and the sleeplessness of anger, boredom, and too many people loving too many people too much. The heat in this night, not the moon as in ancient poems, is blazing; the moon is pink like the…
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192858
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But you know what? You give yourself a fall back plan, you fall back. Not me. I am shooting for the stars and rising high. Next week, I start filming my first feature film. I get to play Tommy Lee Jones’ sexy little stepdaughter. Me and Tommy are g
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192712
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Yesterday, I ripped off Dollar General. Today my baby died. Tomorrow I will file a lawsuit. After all, someone has to pay.
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19261311
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Her mother dressed her like a little girl would dress a doll.
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1926138
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(one of my early works: an image-text collage, animated in flash.)
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192662
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She reached under the tissue and pulled out a third gift.
“It’s like peeling open my heart,” he said, “one layer for each year.”
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19251613
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Confused, I paused and locked eyes with the girl who’d just bounced it with the long, dark hair. “I just saw you with it.”
She stared back at me. “Do you see it in my hands now?”
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192598
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bullet points about her soul
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19251511
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She sets the muffins aside, opens herself, nymph-like, mouth spread and gritty. She pulls the dirty edge of his gray t-shirt up so to show herself to him, spreads herself across the mattress like thin flesh oil over too much canvas....
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1925117
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Wrapping Kevin It was his last…
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19241712
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"If Hillary can forgive Bill, why can't you forgive Dad?" my seven-year-old son wails one night as I put him to bed.
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19242221
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My first love was a woman of principle. Never deny your man was her motto.
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19242113
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This is my house. You park in the back.
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This is a picture of flowers and hands.
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19231310
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Eve is eating a plum. The plum is cold and how it got cold is sort of a mystery, but there are mysteries everywhere and the cold juice on her face doesn't really incline her to worry much about mysteries.
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192373
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out here the land/speaks in Quaker silence
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19233414
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I loved my Dad. He was executed in 1967. He was guilty.
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