1941 1 1
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i beat myself back into the littlon fish door, the algae sealing strip connecting as it does. Eons ago, i fell, and andy and i met with hands of crab and lobster in an eleborate room benaeth here, but I know very well, i am not him
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1941117
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The revolution. It found me, and I didn’t even get blown by the bomb.
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1940108
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Twelve people in the band,
the two women arrive first
(arrive on time).
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1940149
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(I woke once from a bad dream to throw them from the drawer, but my hands were so clammy, the coins stuck to my hand! I had to scrape them off my palm on the edge of the table.)
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19403621
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The young boy picks up a coin that has rolled to his feet. It is warm, too warm considering the cold air streaming around him.
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19402820
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It's so nice
to be under something else's power
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19401516
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When Carlotta left me, I cried / into my soup. I shriveled into / harsh mathematics.
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194011
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Light was always fucking with you in LA, especially in the afternoon where it possessed a golden hue that could knock you over if you weren’t careful. Its beauty reminded you of what you lacked.
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19393514
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AFTER DINNER Another cycle gone, wasted. She stares into her bowl of full-fat ice cream (just half a cup a day, every day, for fertility). Beside her sits her husband, building a sundae. When he's done she reaches over, picks the cherry off the top, and hurls it into the…
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1939209
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Eighteen-layered canvases were prized by both of them, regardless of whose work appeared on top.
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193996
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Six kinds of crazy, he said. That told me everything. It told me enough.
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193833
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I got your card in the mail via my ex-wife in Saskatoon. On it you wonder where I am, if I am still writing, and if I have any stories I would send for you to look at because you think I should be published, too.
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19381813
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Instead of julienning the fava beans you could, instead, slip your linen shirt off your pink shoulders and hang it on a tree branch like a white flag yelling “I don’t want to fight anymore, goddamit, this aftenoon is beautiful.”
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19381510
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Of only there were more like you,
I wouldn't be changing careers.
And my drawings would still be in magazines,
instead of on strange people's rears.
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193785
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You may gather from me
the spring of my youth
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19363725
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Come home, my love, and live.
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19361714
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The first time I see her, she is slouched in a tire swing, pushing off with one foot and dragging the other beneath a dying pecan tree that probably hasn't made a nut in 20 years.
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193620
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The snake glides unhurriedly through the garden one warm July afternoon looking for a schmoose. Or barring such pleasant daytime passage, a shady snoozing spot. He twines himself about the gravid apple tree’s trunk caduceus-like, slithering his handsom
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193583
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Was I a dreamer? Was I asking for too much?
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1935147
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a question that (never) left
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193468
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Noon sun, like a restless master
on my back
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19342213
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Pretty boy looks over at me and grins, got a smoke?
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193411
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The orange sky melts away.
Shadows fall and twist in the wind. I’m on patrol with three of my buds, there to retrieve the body of a fallen comrade, Bill’s body, we’re told. They got him, used him, then dumped his body in a ditch and said, “He
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1933119
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"Did you see that?!" exclaimed Judy jerking suddenly from her weathered Adirondack chair.
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1933106
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Grief is to have given freely too unfreely. Grief is to have given one year too many. Wicked is to have wanted it to be given away that way. Wicked is to Sam as duty is to Mother. Sam’s wife is to his friend’s wife as one Mercedes to another.
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1933105
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Sands In Time by Julie Noble As surreptitious as the crab creeping sideways under your patient observation, the sun has inched its way round the sky, echoing exactly the rugged curve of the Bay, and is now preparing itself for the evening slide. In its rich,…
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193352
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It couldn’t be a worse time for failed novelist Robert Grayson. He’s 40 and falling apart. He’s balding and accumulating a gut. His job writing technical manuals for software looks like it might get cut. Then his wife does the unthinkable and files
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19322521
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I found the knife in a fishing box in the closet. The box was made out of varnished wood. My father’s father had made it.
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1932209
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Something about the Garden of Eden. That it isn't really a garden, and I'm not even sure what Eden means.
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1931107
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Some of the notes allude to how the ineluctable modalities of the visible and audible are transformed by the experience of hanging in a transparent egg half out of a B-17 at 10 thousand feet waiting to be spattered like paint.
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