1324 17 9
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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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132497
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communication/
with the dead
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132411
|
There’s a room
Full of white
And it smells
Like bleach and
Iron
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132411
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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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132441
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A bum leaves his shopping cart
in the middle of the intersection
at 7th Ave and Perry St
and walks away
leaving everything behind
Shopping cart gets hit
by an onslaught of
yellow taxis whizzing by
The contents flying out
into the hum
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132411
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I noticed Sean changed after his grounding. We no longer played night soldiers around the block, no longer biked to the creek to catch crayfish he'd crush with his boots. Sean stopped hunting lizards, stopped charging smaller kids toll to pass…
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132431
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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132432
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The young monk rose early to jog,
his appetites trailing like
cats in heat.
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132442
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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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132442
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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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132411
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#ShortStory #writers
are failed #poets...
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132342
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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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132321
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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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132343
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Nature is perfect... We can never learn that much
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132353
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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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132343
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That twig looks pretty dead to me,
He will never ever be a man.
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132300
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"‘Man-hater’ is such a harsh term,” she says. “I really like it.”
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132332
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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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132332
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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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132333
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my pilgrim tongue
on the map of
your body
seeks sanctuary
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132332
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Airwave candy
lyrical brandy
brass band singer.
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132310
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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132300
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I watched as you tried to fit yourself quite awkwardly into the small chair. Your eyes fluttered curiously around my house, and I smiled to myself. Your vision landed on my smile, and your face wore an expression of puzzlement."What are you smiling at?" you asked, your…
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132385
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From words to meaning― how complicated it is.
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132320
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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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132222
|
All the baby monsters are being born on stage.
|
132200
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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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132221
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She said it feels wrong. Too wet, she said. I snickered, she smacked.
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132220
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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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132200
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Creatures of the dark don’t follow daylight savings
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