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lucy had simply taken a kitchen knife and removed the outer layer, the layer of things people notice
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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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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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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communication/
with the dead
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“You've got to be kidding me. A robot?”, said Marge as she rotated in the chair at her desk. She removed the leaf of paper from the typewriter and set in down on the desk. She looked up at Parkins who was leaning against the wall nursing a cold cup of…
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132511
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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132500
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No one would have picked me out of a crowd as the morbid one, but it was true that thoughts of easy exits floated through my consciousness regularly.
I did my research—the easy methods, painless, guaranteed methods—and felt prepared to do, well, w
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132532
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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As the silence starts gashing I decide it's the moment to take all my thoughts for a walk; To a sound like a million lightbulbs shutting their fuses I resume my view, Across the sun-strobe streets with blind nightlamps; the safflower sun is lopped on its stalk …
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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I barely scraped the sleep out of my eyes when I heard the shrill crying from outside the kitchen window, and I recalled one of the many reasons cats can't be trusted. You see, they're evolutionarily wired to imitate the sound of a crying human baby, so when they…
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All the baby monsters are being born on stage.
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An eternity in a crashing moment.
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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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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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132411
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There’s a room
Full of white
And it smells
Like bleach and
Iron
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His cheeks were extremely pink but the pink was not the shade usually associated with good health, it was the pink of Death.
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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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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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132411
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The man was sitting at his makeshift kitchen table. He was forty-five years old. He wore his mortarboard with tassel whenever he left his home. Once inside either a reputable establishment or one generally considered less so, he was sure to take off his m
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I’m sorry. We couldn’t fix the country
and left her a bigger mess than we found her
Oil leaking from her shores
earthquake batter all over her skin
We couldn’t fix her, and we’re sorry
You’ll find her wreck in tatters
at the bus st
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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whatever weaknesses you displayed//
as empathetic human fellow traveler,/
your command of English survives you,//
on into the last echoes of the human/
once we’re gone.
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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He adopts a stance known as Part the Wild Horse’s Mane but calls it a different name--the Part the Hair of the Skanky Barmaid for a Bleachjob position.
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
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