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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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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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Somebody left CNN on all night long
until the news cycle flipped, crashed
and burned
in its own ruins
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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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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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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130100
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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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She is not centered, but she finds her way.
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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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130100
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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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You burnish what is left
until it shines and call it
your own.
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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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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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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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130065
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Posit butterflies/
as evidence of heavenly design.
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130032
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Self-possession. He had it. In his arctic white t-shirt; blonde haired, broad shouldered, unburdened. “I will make you love me,” he had said, in a bar.
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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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130044
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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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“I fly in my dreams,” his mother said. “It's my privilege.”
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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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My time glass allocation nears its end.
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