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She arranged to have an abortion at a doctor Greene’s office, who practiced out of a converted house on Solano Avenue on the north side of Berkeley. I took her there the day of the procedure. You couldn’t go to a regular hospital to have this kind of thi
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130322
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He cleaned off the pump with a steel brush. Then he took it out to the pressure washer. Out there was where a lady that looked like a witch used to move around and sit on the fences like a crow. The air was humid, and the men were dressed in heavy blue coveralls.…
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130342
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We laughed like lords and lunatics
Our schematics stretched before us
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130311
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What I'm going to do is grab this eight-year-old fellow down the block, and declare him a candidate for this Presidential campaign. I'll be his campaign manager, and our whole message will be based on the First Streetlight platform. It's old school but very…
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130353
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you knew the lightbent it in your favorleapt confidentlyacross heartscheeks and shouldersrouged chromaticincandescent pretendingperhaps the dark had no claimover your lonely clumsy soul© 2013 - Rene
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130300
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"A Social Worker develops programs to help feed the poor," she had said, "and makes sure there's a chicken in every pot. A Counselor asks them how they feel about getting the chicken. And a Therapist diagnoses and treats them when they start hearing
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13031710
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the moon tops the monolith
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130322
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"Which way ought we to go from here," he asked.
She smiled again, "that all depends on where we want to get to." He nodded but didn't laugh so she sighed and strolled around the room, tuning and looking and considering her options.
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130300
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130320
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"Already he is running and flying to the center of the world" - Mircea Eliade, about what a shaman is up to, under his mask.
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130300
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A vanishing of something we never got to see. All we've been left with are impressions, imaginings
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1302179
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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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130200
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Oryn led Ragnorak to a window. It was darkened in the corners with only a red light over the Nocturne.
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Every night she waited for that magical hour when her breath was quick and her heart was loud rushing in her ears 8:04 or sometime 8:20 either way she knew the voice she would hear of her beloved was coming any minute now and so she was…
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130211
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In my dreams, I feel my dreams fade away.
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130243
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That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
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130243
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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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130275
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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130200
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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130261
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removing oneself sometimes occurs only on the page
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130297
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Is it my imagination, or is her chair afraid of her?
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130220
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You welcome the new girl by putting a message on her back. I breathe harder until she pops or until you ask me what I’ve seen or until you see my hand turn into a fist.
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130201
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He is poised erect before me. I take pleasure in soft skin that does not betray the strength of his cock, firm and yet vulnerable beneath my fingertips. With my hands, I coax him to his full length, girth. Tonight I ignore the heat of my Delta and bow my head in worship…
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130100
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a white rabbit with a dirty monocle and a straw hat regarded marsha from the grass at the edge of the mud.
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1301111
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I imagined cool, wet clay oozing between my fingers when I'd squeeze a tight fistful.
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130111
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130111
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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130176
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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130100
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“It's a combination of ‘Survivor' and ‘College Bowl' says Sister Mary Agnesita, the show's host. “We take four very strict nuns and match them up with boys who were cut-ups in their grade school classes."
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130166
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Two girls, twelve years old, run down San Pedro Avenue past the market, the middle school, seven driveways, their small chests heaving. The smooth soles of their Mary Janes keep slipping on the gravel driveways. Two men in a rust-orange van bear…
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