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Wait a minute, said Ben. What do we really know?
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130243
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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130230
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We were careful not to wake the kids & goodbye with a handshake & my skeleton is trapped with your universe inside.
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130211
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Been running so long
You've been running so long
I bet you can't remember
What you're running from
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130122
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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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130132
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Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
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130110
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machine utility of thought,
intangible aesthetic of sentiment.
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130100
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The walls of our shanty were of the standard corrugated rusty metal typical of communities like ours.We did our cooking over a Bunsen burner purloined from the Catholic Boys' School - beans mostly. We did our drinking from bottles of Thunderbird or Old Crow (when…
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130172
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and the President didn't call.
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130143
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Man, this bearskin rug was a big, awkward sonofabitch on his back....
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130130
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Frank cut the tip of his finger off and it sort of shot over to the lettuce bin. The blood pumped out in tiny jets as he covered it with the palm of his other hand and ran to the sink. He pointed it in the sink and turned the water on, he could see…
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130165
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Posit butterflies/
as evidence of heavenly design.
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130111
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Joseph and his little brother, Kevin, were there again. Kevin was too small to understand what had happened yet. He would usually just go off, running around the statues and playing with the wreaths; the last time they'd visited he climbed a tree and broke one of the…
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130121
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I tell him if he wants to impress a girl he should learn to cook. He shifts his body. I add, crab cakes work well.
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130131
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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130131
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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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130130
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There was something about the boy that made me uneasy. Maybe it was the reverse widow's peak on his forehead or the way he wiped away his snot with the back of his hand. It could have been his red flannel shirt that reminded me of the hillbillies from the mountain…
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1301128
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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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130195
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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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130132
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She is not centered, but she finds her way.
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130133
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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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130144
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Charted stars by the dozens /
with a side of frizzle onions /
dawn showers us with glitter.
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130132
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1300115
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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1300106
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a girl in a red cap
flashes by
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130011
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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130097
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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130000
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Without light it is black.
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Better move ‘cause I hear them comin’ up the other side.
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