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Famus Peepul Ellen and her boy, Larson, were on the second floor of The Monsters restaurant, searching for the fortuneteller. Larson had decided her signature was a necessary addition to his autograph book. He hadn't asked for her autograph…
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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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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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“You sure?” He nods. “Maybe it was pneuomonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.” Flash of a smile, sobbing laughter, like an abandoned seal.
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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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130022
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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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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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130031
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He's gonna find he wasn't born lucky after all, his propaganda has got up on the wrong side of the bed and sidled onto the couch.
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You go out on a night with no moon, when all the stars are flush in the sky, when all of everything, even you, is just a shadow moving softly, and I swear, you can hear it, if you listen hard enough. The music. It’s like it’s coming from under the ground.
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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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Posit butterflies/
as evidence of heavenly design.
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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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I am surprised that you’re not famous already. I remember sitting in your bedroom for hours just watching you while you wrote poetry. I was in awe of you, thinking you were going to be the next Dylan Thomas! Or Bob Dylan. Or Dylan Somebody! And I rememb
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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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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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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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Charted stars by the dozens /
with a side of frizzle onions /
dawn showers us with glitter.
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On Monday, May 7, 2018, at the age of 67, I had a stroke.
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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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129900
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Without light it is black.
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Then, relieved to have cleared the air, they peacefully returned their way of living.
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129994
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My time glass allocation nears its end.
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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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this is your hair, this is your stare, this is your voice
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and the President didn't call.
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