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I have never known how gold this time of year, With its palladium arcade, was, of the trees That do not sense the pleasure of their silence; Trees are egalitarian, they do not speak But concourse among themselves, consent to join us At this moment breathing…
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134211
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Carla woke up from her hospital bed screaming.
"Somebody please help me. Please save me. I am begging you."
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134122
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This gravity thing, I reckon, is enamored with me. It loves me so much that it has fettered me with itself.
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134122
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We wait for a server to bring our coconut cream pie. His favorite. I hate coconut.
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134186
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Once a friend asked me to write about rape in an email, so I wrote that it is a weapon of war that would not work here because partners do not give in to it; in fact, they would say it is infidelity in relationships.
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134110
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Victor didn't want to be alone, so he phoned Sophie.
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134144
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There are some I don’t recognize. My gaze lingers for a second. It’s bad business this.
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134188
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for spirits and demons have no life/
but what imagination gives
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134111
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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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134140
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Jillian speeds across the stone wall, the hem of her dress flaps violently behind her. Sometimes she stands with her back fully erect letting perpetual motion guide her down a bend with her sun blonde locks brightening the dreary sky, or she lurches her
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134131
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The whole scene smells like paranoia.
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134110
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“Do you have a job? Are you going back to school,” I asked, you know, because I’m hip like that.
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134142
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so out to the night, and turning out the stars, so nothing can last, and nothing is taken in
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134154
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hangs inverted and
begins a swirling motion,
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134152
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Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, the Good Lord made them all.
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134000
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Breasts were developed after World War II, the result of improved nutrition and the additional muscle mass that “Rosie the Riveter”-types acquired through manual labor in jobs that males abandoned to join the war effort.
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134000
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She was there then gone then there again. We were naked and wet and touching, she let me touch her, but she didn't want to be there. But she was, despite herself. It was my dream. You can go if you want. …
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134042
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By lunch:
The dryer is an F-5 dervish of mismatched socks, blue jeans and your yellowing college T's, lovingly held onto. For a moment there is a comforting warmth and softness to their smell. In the debris strewn landscape of the living room a carcass
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134011
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It was in his teeth. A blackness, a subscription to an outsideness, a painful contraction of burnt out trees scattered there among sand drifts and tidal debris. His face, lightly weathered and troubled, a tightness built into eyes of thought and separation. His arms, strong…
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1340168
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Rain and wind and the pecking of birds
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134094
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My time glass allocation nears its end.
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134032
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I spent the evening looking at our old pictures. /
We were never happy. I realize that now.
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134030
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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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134053
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Somewhere between the bleating of sheep
And the laying of eggs
Comes the licking of frosting
And the eating of the cake
We’re not young enough
To know everything anymore
And you may think there’s no rush
But I know this
There’s a limit t
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1340118
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Since dawn doesn't understand my words, I will give them to the donkey, finely cut for him, let them ferment some time and add a few sprigs of lucerne. The donkey grazes in the meadow down the road and always welcomes me with a grin that displays his mauve gums and his…
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134031
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The Campus Socialists
Paul and Mary Jo lived in an apartment at the top of a long, dark flight of stairs that were so high, I remember as if it were yesterday thinking, the night she pushed him down the stairs, he would surely be dead by the time h
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134031
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I’ve seen your tired souls
riding under the city
lost in the drowsiness
of morning calm commutes.
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1340122
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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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134044
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Charted stars by the dozens /
with a side of frizzle onions /
dawn showers us with glitter.
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134051
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As a kid he had run away from the family farm and shoveled coal back East to put himself through college. Now he was just another old man in a nursing home, desperate for a drink, his blue eyes bleary, a sticky goo filming at the corners of his lips.
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