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it acquires a fine translucence
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Threads of sadness in the hands, in the touch
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It was almost like I was dreaming, he is saying, my visit to the ruins of the factory that made the first Narrative Machines.
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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Lulls, and the gulls, amid the tides and their tears (And I join their voices and my heart is run), Though each or neither takes no part in my fears, I join no hands with the beach or the years (And the ships slip near plus yon). Held handfast,…
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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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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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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Why do you lie? the old woman repeats when her mouth is not busy filling the waste bin. We sit as far away from her wheedle and wretch as the small waiting room allows. A young woman glares at us through the mental health clinic's safety glass…
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Over the last years of her life, my mornings began when Mom decided to play. Sitting on her black, ball-and-claw stool, she'd raise the key cover, stretch her neck and shoulders, and take slow, deliberate breaths. A deep, meditative state descended over the room and…
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The one-legged crow was back in the yard again. It was there yesterday and maybe before, but yesterday was the first time I noticed it. I've been using my binoculars lately. It is interesting to me...to bring things closer. And it's not just birds, but other things like the…
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" ... that’s a seriously good result for an opening night."
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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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... and that’s the story of the Polish worker who looks like van Gogh.
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This really bothered me, and I questioned my penis about it.
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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Green hands
wave
in freezing water.
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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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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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We're alone and besieged / by badness.
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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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“The minute I stopped wondering about
the meaning of life is when I
finally started enjoying life.”
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I even listen to the Ugly Kid Joe version. I fall asleep perplexed and disheartened.
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. . . we agree that formal standards for identifying literary merit exist and are capable of being discerned, not merely of being ascribed. —but is this itself true?
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