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Proponents of this pragmatic line of thinking say a tolerant approach to Islam will succeed where force has failed to persuade terrorists to abandon the religious fanaticism.
It's certainly worth a try--it worked with Presbyterians.
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It's not stories the quiet lack, but inclination...
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Publisehd in Linguistic Erosionhttp://www.linguisticerosion.com/2014/08/the-frog.html When Jesus and Magdalene began to cross the sunflower field they met a group of boys, squatting before a rocky outcrop. Covered with…
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To conceive of them separated was unthinkable to every wet-eyed soul at the burial.
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Better move ‘cause I hear them comin’ up the other side.
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Writing opens doors to perception. For example, the glockenspiel smells of gardenias, but the catwalk is opening a can of Franklin stove. It emits fumes of fairyland and olive. And in the green and pleasant country of Scotland and England, vintage trains go…
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Fall came early that year. The edge in the air wasn't just the cold, raw wind cutting down the street — the unity and collective embrace briefly shared after September 11th had faded. The weight from…
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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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"That it was my stepdad's fault."
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She smiled at him. "You want to know the secret, that's why you want her to tell - not because you want her to be happy."
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He is underneath them. His head is like the head of a worm.
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Not quite full, but bright,/
December 23rd.__
A waning moon for New Year’s Day-/
Portent?
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“You think it’s a self-castrating suicide note or a self-righteous freedom speech?”
“Probably just the ramblings of a madman, pissed he lost a company baseball game.”
“Fuckin-A, Pete! Double-murder suicide for a baseball game? Ain’t nobody that craz
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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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They come to wipe themselves from my memory, but that, of course, is impossible. In this place, we are bound together, the long line of men who have killed me, and I.
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The particles of dust didn't want to be looked at
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For the camera
she smiles
otherwise not
and
only when she is
standing beside him
But for the camera?
for the crowd
for posterity
yes
For their children
for the future?
yes, again yes
a thousand times
until her face
be
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Skulk like a lovespun spider in a record store corner
on the orange formica subway car
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Betty had been looking for a distraction; the lawsuits were out of control. Her last nonprofit, Faith and Life Children's Organization, had run into some difficulties due to the recession and the obvious result of trying to do more with less. Why couldn't people…
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My mother should have been a minister or a peace officer. Instead, she was a homemaker who ran the home like an agency. There were certain hard and fast rules.
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On our wedding day he carried all of the furniture out of our small bedroom, created a sanctuary.
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The worm was stabbed where two rivers branch:/ the thing that would slay was slain.
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She is not centered, but she finds her way.
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As a boy, he had little hope of ever becoming anything.
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instead of gun metal deceit, sounds of malice;be a drop of rain.
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She plucks two eggs from the carton, weighs and measures them with the cup of her palm, the curve of her fingers.
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There was a motley assortment of customers in the restaurant. Mostly casually dressed young men and women who looked like freelancers of some persuasion.
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I wrote a poem and asked a professor to read it. / He said: IMAGE IMAGE IMAGE IMAGE / like a mad man on meth, foam running down / his mouth crowded with sharp, shimmering teeth.
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NO ONE CAN BE A BASTARD FOREVER
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