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He chose her for the way she could, Eyes closed, nose to the air, Find her way North. North was where the wind stopped And held them in its grip, safe. Broken. He chose her for the way, fur against Her collar, she could coax seal…
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95021
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95031
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There is something preposterous /
about existing in a universe so vast: /
Such a big playground for such tiny children, /
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95000
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Coupling—why did I say that? Who says that? I mean the clacking together of bones, the willful splitting of fine and tender skin.
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95065
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“Tell me how sad they are.”
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95067
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Lights of human occupation burn/
in patterns like the growth/
of a bacillus, lethal and prodigious,
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950141
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The author's note explains...
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95064
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Light spreads its way across the sky like a drop of inkon dry cotton sheets:starts at one point and expandsas wind shufflesover bodies, seashoist your sailsand I'll throw this oneoverthe night can have itnowhear the waveshow they seem satisfiedwith their…
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95020
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During the night and in the fog of halfsleep Ben shifted and felt the weight of Miranda gone from him, the bed empty. In the quiet of the house he thought he heard a footstep and the soft shutting of a door, and as his eyes searched the dark he…
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95032
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950103
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I am beginning to worry. There is something that they are not telling me. I am afraid that something bad is going to happen.
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95061
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The bison know a lot about Longfellow
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95033
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The game is set, thirty pound gobbler at the center; brined, browned, and buttered to perfection.
The players take their places around the table: Reagan’s_Disciple and BraBurner38 sit at the head seats, eyeballing each other over a fizzing bottle of dom
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95033
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The lone young man walking in the distance,/receding silently,
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94921
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Butter me up, moon lover. Remember, I was once your warm and hot goddess of flowers, washed to shore with the others you may have forgotten. Now the issue of the earth gets nearer, and we can see each other once again, if only in our dreams.
Just be
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94900
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It is not rough like most grappa, but smooth like good whisky. It removes all edges, freezes the tongue and erases the memory.
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94932
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They call me Curiosity and I am curious. I am also a robot. Please. Don't judge me. Robots are not all stupidly obedient, bubble headed twits with whirring gears, lithium batteries, and nanocrystalline electrodes. I have a temperature. I have self-monitoring…
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94900
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Mayumi flicked her hand, making her circle deflect the spell. She picked up speed and her hand grabbed Emi.
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94943
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That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
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94920
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Uncles. Cousins. Enos. No matter how loosely a net is woven, eventually the strands come together again.
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94933
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Getting up and reading his poem
The stuffy poet sitting back down
On the leather couch, which creaks under his weight
After adjusting his narrow tie from the 1980’s
The stuffy poet clearing his throat, twice,
During an enemy’s reading
The s
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94921
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Apocalyptica 1. the portent holds you while you try for solace in the bath anticipating the opened mouth the one that cannot close after and there is a knotting inside of joints and threads poised so delicately in the waiting …
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94932
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Palinode: A poem written to retract something said in a prior poem.
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94911
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She never leaves her desk, but food appears like magic.
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94943
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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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94952
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Minimalist/realist short-story writer Raymond Carver was fired from his job as an editor of science textbooks because of his inappropriate writing style.
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94900
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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94943
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The first time I ever held a gun, I was three years old...
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94922
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The boss has a serious problem--he's too nice for his own good.
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94911
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I drink the funeral in a dream. I give satisfaction in voice overs.
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