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communication/
with the dead
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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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i ask you what i taste like and you say "not much."
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destroy the day
rip up the track
jump in the water
eat nothing but bugs
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I was sitting there drinking with Paul at the bar, and it was a Friday night and I was I was feelin good. I didn't have to go to work in the morning, and I had a few drinks and food in me, and I able to that on da cheap, which felt good. And Paul…
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I know you probably don’t want to hear any more of this nudist stuff about my family and all, but this Reamer guy was a red-faced German boozehound if there ever was one. He married my brother’s ex-wife Beryl, after Harris left her to her cheap red jug wi
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From this fundamental simplicity,/
houses, cities, regions./
A nebula stretches across the grid.
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With spring rain
And greening buds
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Seems hot for a Thursday, doesn’t it?
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You have at least
an intermittent belief.
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What the hell is going on out here!? Yelled the man with the shotgun
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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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I have a fascination with Dickens and London and this was inspired by my next novel.
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The redwood trees were taller than dreams
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I do not jerk up to sirens birds doorbell shouts hello hello through the letterbox hello
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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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Our revolutionaries
Have evolved into gamekeepers
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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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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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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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. . . 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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Dawn is a grey mass, what is left of the night's chill slips between my t-shirt and belly skin. Somewhere else you once wrote that being loved when you don't love in return equals rape.
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Do you see the hot coals of doing? The way time sizzles or wilts…eat those coals.
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My first time alone with the women in Saudi Arabia...
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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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mind heart soul will blood sweat tears muscle, and bone,/and then always something else—not more, just else . . .
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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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you look like
the insides of my cheeks
chewed.
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