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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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135911
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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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135900
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By the time I was born, my parents were already sickened, blackened, blighted people.
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135900
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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135942
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In the end they talked a lot, shared what they could, both seemingly trying to rekindle something that was no longer hot, and yet they could not let go of each other. Year after year would prove that. Right then, just then, it seemed that the physical par
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135961
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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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135900
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We transplant helix° splices and
shoot back to meet our former selves, zip the
scrolls, and save the world. Then you said spin
so I twisted my jumper over and
over in
endless folds like lips, like vaginas, like
seacreatures
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135943
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He began to chop the powdery substance and separate it into segments.
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135944
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I’m up to my kneecaps
in mockery and swill, and …
Excuse Me,
I’m Writing a Poem here?
Thank you. Sheesh!
As I was saying,
I’m up to my kneecaps in mockery and swill.
And I meet someone who
names all his fish after
people he doesn’t l
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135955
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135921
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There’s something Dad’s been telling us
that I don’t think is true
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135811
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All I ask is that the guy has teeth and an income. More important are the teeth because he can always get a job, but he can’t un-rot the teeth he’s lost to meth.
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135832
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The retina was burning, the liquid had dried up, and the veins bursting. My eyes bled. But I kept them open. The sound was like nails on glass, screeching endlessly. Coming close to me louder, harder, faster.
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135842
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I was sitting there drinking with Paul at the bar, and it was a Friday night and I was I was feelin good. I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and I had a few drinks and food in me, and I able to that on da cheap, which felt good. And Paul…
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135855
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The boy stared out his window, noting the suns slow and eventual passing behind the distant mountains. He saw his face reflected in the window pane and turned away. His shadow loomed…
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135843
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My accordion's name is Sophia and she is from Italy. She was born in fairytale fashion, the way my life in Madrid can sometimes be. A great and nurturing friend gathered money from many friends in our village, to buy me an accordion for my birthday. It was…
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135800
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“Now, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” is a hit of the eighties.”
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135812
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"I still believe in love."--John Lennon It was war of the ancient order come to the farthest shore at last. No one leaves this world without an arrow through his heart. Why should I lie to you now? We all fight the truth in…
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135842
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Standing there as you walked away from me that late March afternoon, in the park off Meridian Street, the spring tableau seemed
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1358127
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If you find a lone, sad honeybee, buy a Habitrail cage and make it your new pet.
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135831
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135711
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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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135775
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135754
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for that is righteousness / that to everyone be allowed his own choice
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1357108
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toe and hand-/
holds against/
the shear cliff
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135660
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The arid paramour,
your breath is hot, dry, cedar.
I sweat you corpus fluids and salt
and the unnamably impure.
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135600
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You sleep in equative lip biting slumber
hugging a pillow you think is someone else.
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135620
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By the time she reached home, dinner would be there in thirty minutes, on the table. Not a lively table, just politeness, and calm. There were no issues of the day that needed discussing, no problems to be solved.
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135642
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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135685
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The thrum and the thrust//
have beaten conviviality out of me.
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