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I gently honked my horn and gave her the kind of friendly neighbor wave that only friendly neighbors can give. She didn’t wave back. What the hell is her problem?
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The girl lifts my head, and I sit up straight once again. She hands me a pair of old work gloves, helps put them on my swollen hands. She wipes my face with a wet, warm towel. Her thin arms tremble. She cries. I cry.
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WAITING FOR HURRICANE DENNIS, FLORIDA 2005 With soft eyes, she quizzed, shivered, said: “Where's Dad? Where's Ric? Will you leave me here alone? Are you all going to leave? Where's Peter? Do you feel all right? We're…
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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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The Moon The hatch of the lunar module hissed as it opened, a few puffs of leftover water vapor escaped toward them in a sparkling white cloud that rapidly dissolved…
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140900
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Her friend had been drunk, and sometimes after two or three quarts of beer, he'd tell people that he was Jewish.
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A fat kid running;
the sounds of an ice-cream truck
—counterproductive.
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It’s not that cold but the cold that is/
penetrates layered cloth and soft skin/
to chill the blood in its capillaries
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140910
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He is underneath them. His head is like the head of a worm.
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She is walking to the café to meet her friend. Her friend is there already because she walked from where was getting her haircut. Her friend sent her a text message that said, “OMW” for…
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I go with the wind, like the smoke of this Marlboro red as it dances among the palm trees.
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Whatever it is, the night vibe feeds off that disadvantage, nibbles at the desperation of those who come here.
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140921
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Between the commercials, the local news is rampant with fusillade of bullets going raving mad, driven by some Machiavellian brainfuck, or bombshells smiling down with angels in black; emoticons of solid metal and pride. But you would put your faith in…
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140900
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He and Nick got a long very well, and would speak about things for hours until the morning came; and Betsy would supply them with food and coffee, and clever sayings all the while Johnny watched it all over. Tonight though, they had watched La Rafle, and
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I passed the old man from upstairs now and then, usually on Saturdays.
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140984
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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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140900
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It must have been then and in those days and during that time when the grass and short brush, like so much amber and jade, emerged from the snow and the poet Li Po, who while traveling within the ten thousand crags of the Tanggula Mountains, looked up…
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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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2. Travel To Somewhere Fascinating, Even In Your Own Back Yard!
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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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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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Guttering semiotics, The jeremiads of delirium; Drinking lukewarm tea over a late candle Like Hamlet in a power-cut; Affecting his own audience of himself, Hastening soliloquies through gritted sophisms, Withered and spun to intentional…
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The thumb, incarnate, knows/
the moment of the misplaced hammer blow;/
the tongue, incarnate, the cool invigoration/
of water drawn from the dark well.
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She connects to you
via snarling vines
& worm-woven tunnels.
Drops Roman numerals
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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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The first indication I had of what I look like came when a man put me back on the rack, remarking that I was too pink. Over the weeks that followed, I gained a few more ideas about my appearance from the comments of people in the shop. My photographic side had been…
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No preview available due to the brevity of the piece. In fact, this comment itself is longer than the piece.
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She sings off-key while her married lover shadow-boxes his one-dimensional and split-off selves.
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It starts on the Fallopian Speedway:
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