1309 9 7
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I COULD always sleep. Go "home" now and sleep. My body and my fetus—who complain of this torture—would appreciate sleep. I have something to do that is not sleep. I have something to do that is not sleep. I have to try to wake.
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130800
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Detective-Sergeant Claude Mulvihill sat in his squad car, which was parked on 54th Street in front of Bright Star Recording Studios. He had just finished the second of two jelly donuts and was spiking his coffee with three packets of sugar.
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130820
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That’s not just a
trinket on her finger,
that’s a rock, a fortress,
a castle. No one
can scale those walls
except Joe Sixpack,
slumped beside her
at the airport.
They’re not a match.
I give it
5 years, max.
Not even.
Joe
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130896
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" No honest poet can ever feel quite sure of the permanent value of what he has written: he may have wasted his time and messed up his life for nothing."--T.S. EliotI think, okay now I know, the poem's starting to wear off. But I'm alive, at least…
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130811
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Opportunity, says Webster, is a, "favorable juncture of circumstances." In my Oxford book of quotations, there are seven famous lines about opportunity. Seven – that’s it! There are twenty-seven regarding failure. Seems it's been easier for the great
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1308178
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What are the odds of August rain in Texas?
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130886
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Looking at an image of a graffiti on a wall on our computer screen we ask ourselves: what is the image's main graffiti-like property? We might answer: its location. But that is a contextual and political interpretation. There's nothing in that answer which addresses the…
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130800
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He met her at midnight just off the plane and they sized each other with silent growing awareness that no matter what might transpire in distant tomorrows, each served here now as passports to magic and lands far away. On the…
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130855
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right/rite:
Your touch smooth as impulse/
Swaying my mind
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130885
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Mom would dig through one of her music boxes to pick out Saturday morning's cleaning jams. Tattered, battered Payless shoeboxes with lids ripped to shit, filled to capacity with piles of cassettes; greatest hits albums, mostly, or Time Life compilations of mid-to-late…
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130821
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The pawnbroker sat behind bulletproof glass at the rear of the display area, a veritable potentate of hope and cash, exchanging expendable items for derisory cash.
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130861
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The bison know a lot about Longfellow
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130751
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Samson was also somewhat in hopes that his son Jason would become engaged in this minor capitalist enterprise and 'turned around' in his life.
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13071310
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I'll see her this fall, a redhead in camo
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130720
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A minute later, a shadow appeared across the left-hand page of the book.
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130700
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Do you know what it is to crave something? Of course you do. But this was different. This was beyond craving.
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130723
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Now, as we sat on lawn chairs /
on the balcony to watch the meteor shower
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130711
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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130711
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Here is a not remembering
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130777
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She rubs her head into mine...
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130771
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The new poetry
comes in shining
metal boxes
covered in glass
so you can peer in.
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130711
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He’d've been up there belting out the hymns then bickering with the vicar after.
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130721
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A meaningful conversation Subdued the huge Toys “R” Us question mark Standing sun-bleached and sprinkler-dirtied In our flowerbed On the patio Explode your fanny pack, A clinking most dangerous The Mysterious: Its …
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1307102
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she lays there
wrapped in his baseball sheets
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130755
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“After your death is confirmed,” I assured him, “a hardcover first edition of your books, will sell for millions at auction in New York.
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130733
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Jo was tailored, Amy was frivolous with ribbons and bows, Meg was plain and sensible; and Beth, who was ill and had no costume changes, wore the same nightgown throughout the dress-up session.
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130631
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After ten days in Jeddah, I start to miss the rain back home in Tennessee....
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130674
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—A little blood puts some life into the work, said the old artisan smiling.
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130655
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Meaning is harder to sell, unless it’s an analysis of why there is a Justin Bieber.”
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130621
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He kept one scarf. It was the scarf that she would tie around his eyes to play with him, long, until he was in his teens. A silly game that made her happy and he squirmed with delight until he got too old. She did not want him to see her, only to know if
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