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—Can you handle a threesome? said Isabella.
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No girl hits hard enough.
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I told about the time during the early part of WW II when I shook hands with a member of the Flying Tigers. He was home on leave, and he stopped by to see my dad, who had been his scout master.
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—Christ all mighty, said Ben to himself as he watched Isabella and Leona enter the bank. Those are some extraordinary examples of female flesh.
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One night, I wake and Daddy’s in the bathroom with a hanger in his mouth.
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with peaty aromatics, opened,/
and a welcomed sting, swallowed,
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Writing books is like raising children. You do your best, nurture them, discipline them, coddle them, feed them, patch up their injuries, sing to them, try to sell them, but no matter what you do, they are what they are.
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You looked innocent and
I
was the epitome of just that …
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One day, Dasha confessed to Igor that she had an incurable illness: Purple emptiness.
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I find Vermeer and Bach and feel/
for a moment a shower of my own world’s/
prismatics.
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I am tripping on poetry.
Purple ink drips from my eyes like ergot of rye.
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"Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels."--William Carlos WilliamsThere is something beautiful I want to say to you that doesn't seem to make much more sense in a box of clever words like this one. It feels closer to…
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Believe me, I would run if I could, but there seems to be a low haze of molasses clinging to my ankles.
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When daybreak comes, it falls a pall pást mé, For it descends too soon for woken sight to see A shade of any gladness in its dew's first blisters: All my dreams of daylight are in darkling whispers Of…
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The musician’s wife had a roving eye. He didn't care. He liked being married to a wild and crazy woman.
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Posit butterflies/
as evidence of heavenly design.
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“Shane, will you turn off the lights?” Jean asked. “Film really is much better with the correct lighting.” “I believe you,” Shane said while he switched off the lights, blanketing the room in complete darkness. The large TV on the…
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The butterscotch on that painting makes me want to lick the canvas.
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Under a conspiratorial moon… the shovel my silent partner… organ-less torso to the worms.
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That night Magdalene dreamt about Jesus.
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Ben was stuck between sweet essences and rancid Talmudic funk. It was going to be a long trip.
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there was the place where the large turtles had their eggs, and it was always a concern because everyone wanted the new turtles to make it back to the sea but the electric lights of high wattage along with sounds from the roadways beyond were in one…
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The Managers are always to be found in twos or threes, lumbering greyly.——If you pass the Managers in a corridor it's a good idea to say hello. They will probably return your greeting, as best they can.——The Managers conduct meetings. They sit at the…
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A phrase, a sentence, a stanza,/
sounds among the sums and lists/
and starts a scratched cascade/
of syllables and other approximations--
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The game is set, thirty pound gobbler at the center; brined, browned, and buttered to perfection.
The players take their places around the table: Reagan’s_Disciple and BraBurner38 sit at the head seats, eyeballing each other over a fizzing bottle of dom
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With a madman’s laugh, she realized her mistake and discarded it as irrelevant.
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That was all it took. Thirty seconds.Half of a minute.30: He was standing with me on the corner of the street, 29: waiting for the crosswalk to say it was okay for us to make our way to the other side. 28: The red "do not walk" signal changed to the white "join us over…
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Every spring, outside on the back deck, my mother and I have the same talk about how time flies, and she always waves her hand in the air as if swatting at a fly, but there's never anything there. She thinks the lilies will live all summer spread like a rainbow,…
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There are no risks left to take. The notion of solitude hums with happiness. Bees gather particularly good honey and a hurricane stops suddenly, deciding not to embark on its natural terror hunt. And I just keep avoiding the knives, the pills and the…
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