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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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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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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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bullets in flight make sharp, snapping noises.
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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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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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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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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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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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There’s something Dad’s been telling us
that I don’t think is true
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You sleep in equative lip biting slumber
hugging a pillow you think is someone else.
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A hot summer night walks into a bar and orders a drink.
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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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A little boy sits at the table. He hears a knock at the door.“Mo-om!” the boy calls out. “Door!”His mother comes from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her clothing.“Jesus!” she says. “Would it kill you to answer the…
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Later, you've hit that four shot espresso limit; you've snarfed down that too rich mushroom korma… gone before you tasted it.
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Who remains after the aching night has departed into dawn
and left us to week-old sleep
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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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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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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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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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the view is
breathtaking here.
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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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As clever as clean bed sheets
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