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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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They sat eating and looking at each other. To Ben, Claudia was certainly a handsome woman and a good bed partner, but he was getting more and more suspicious of her motives.
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This tanka poem was inspired by news report that the Macy's of "Miracle on 34th Street" fame has a white Santa in front and a black Santa in back.
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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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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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She’s new, with the enthusiasm of a new person. And everyone wants the new girl.
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last night a girl came
to me in the shape
of my suicide.
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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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in the pink distance / a boy in a corduroy shirt / sits before an upended electrical spindle / and drinks a vodka gimlet
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He stood with the bride of quietness / on the precipice of questions
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Mari thinks that's all fine and fucking dandy.
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I love the notion of uncertainty-/
which seems inherent/
at the level of particles-
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Good kid. Awesome job in big cities. Travels a lot. Enjoys Martinis and G&T. She's a romantic. Spends her time online trolling people into submission. Likes softcore porn. Sets cats on fire. Collects stamps.
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The musician’s wife had a roving eye. He didn't care. He liked being married to a wild and crazy woman.
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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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Some fiftysomething woman with a small dog in her arms was waiting for him, backstage. Security hadn't succeeded in restraining her. Strange.
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It was the woman, Mary Lou Compton, that he cared about. They would've been happily married by now if Bryce hadn't killed his Uncle Ned.
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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Freedom brings its own fears.
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It's always dark when Cal and I arrive. We park under the bright sodium lamps, closest to the doors. The lights will probably be off by the time we return, unless the sensors miscue in the uncertain light of early morning. When that happens, the lights…
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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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Carla woke up from her hospital bed screaming.
"Somebody please help me. Please save me. I am begging you."
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Welcome back to our ongoing coverage of what we mean when we say "Tsunami: A Very Bad Thing."
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The artist with fork and trowel.
The paint; soil, seed, seedling or plug.
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A fat kid running;
the sounds of an ice-cream truck
—counterproductive.
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Tokarsky and I got chased off an El train by a couple of mean-looking black dudes who looked like they were going to crush us. I let go a spritz of tear gas that I had on me in the train and we ran as it came to a stop at the Morris Street stop. They chas
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It leaves on a Saturday,suddenly, while you are raking leaves or taking out the trash.Those inevitable, boring things.You do not hear it go;it's been quiet before when it left certain rooms. It no longersleeps beside you, and you learnedlong ago that the bed was…
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