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I said he was cold. I said I like cold.
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143610
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He, an irregular chap,
Was known for his hat with a flap.
Had fleet feet and a very strong back.
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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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143642
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Does he pack you a lunch when you're running late for work? Even when you're not running late? Does he insist on regular medical check-ups, for which he'll pay because you don't have insurance? Will he disapprove of your objectionable behavior, and not turn the…
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It was cold in the church. The Lutherans were freezing to death. The Catholics brought their winter coats.
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He was triply satisfied: he’d come twice and he was a damn good-looking man.
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First movement I. The town that I…
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143683
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She waited on the hot, broken pavement, arm outstretched, her thumb a ticket to a distant, refracted horizon. Waves of heat danced like undulating snakes under the spell of a charmer. She pictured herself passing through them, abandoning the green of home for the…
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143654
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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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143600
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It's a funny thing, watching a Snowman shiver
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143621
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I saw three kids the other day, two girls and a boy, crouched in conspiracy
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143600
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this is your hair, this is your stare, this is your voice
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143654
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On the beaches in the summer the fine hair rose up from under the material of your bikini and swirled around your deep navel, almost invisible to the naked eye, but not to the mind, which imagines everything funneling down into the center of your being,
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Can we ever truly know reality? I don’t think so. But fly in comfort my friend. Lean back and enjoy the thrust of those engines.
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After Slick Daddy — aka Billy Ray Thompson — gave up driving his log truck and took up with playing and singing the blues full-time he was what you might call a hot property around the juke joints along Highway 61. The women didn't seem to mind…
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143653
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Somebody left CNN on all night long
until the news cycle flipped, crashed
and burned
in its own ruins
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1436104
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Contest rules are simple. Two teams of five hunters each are established by drawing from pools of interested volunteers and selected prison inmates confined for capital crimes and illegal immigration.
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143667
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Lights of human occupation burn/
in patterns like the growth/
of a bacillus, lethal and prodigious,
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143673
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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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143611
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“Where is my mom?” I think. I shouldn't have to be here alone. I am twenty two years old, strung-out on methamphetamine and sitting in a courtroom. It is the third day of the murder trial. My son was the victim. He was only two and his…
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143621
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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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143620
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"The rider rode his bike in Arizona just about every day and for all the usual reasons....."
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143523
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the mountains did change/became looming purplish waves/their spray washes us/we rinse slow 'neath lifted waves/that must be at least this tall.
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143555
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Her name was Carrie. And yes, it was love at first sight. Yes, she was a client, and you were supposed to keep your hands off the clients. Everyone in real estate knew that. She came into my office and took a seat in the reception area. I had a listing on Cedar…
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No, no mother’s tenderness: she shows no sign of that … Do you know that she has them make their own bed? No, not the girl: the boys too! Yes, the boys. She humiliates them.
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I'm not dreaming anymore.
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I imaged him at his mother's house, eating chicken and tabouli with her at her round marble table, leaning back and laughing, then reading my “love you” and excusing himself to cry in the bathroom.
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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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Crouching like little children in a game of hide & seek, we entered the old house, slowly
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