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[YOU BETTER BE READY FOR THIS!]
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124011
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There is a false dawn,
when night still holds sway, but tempered with promise; anticipation.
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1240159
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Other pathways are more satisfactory. They are more closely attuned to music of the other world. Even so, the heat eventually burns them up.
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124010
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A deserted breeze hangs and waits
and talks with staggered shapes in the sky
like a melancholic child,
held behind
and forced to face the wall
as better taught and better-tempered children
dig for ancient ruins
just ou
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124000
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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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124022
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Pictures of war correspondents from The Tribune, and colonial photographs in a fruit crate
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1240102
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she lays there
wrapped in his baseball sheets
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124054
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I don't have to show you how to fly. I don't even know who you are still possibly trying to be in this crazy grounded world. But the words make us family. I can't help that or what you might do with that public tweet tweet…
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124000
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With a madman’s laugh, she realized her mistake and discarded it as irrelevant.
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123952
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Fingers scrabble idly at pocket seams, forage between teeth, grasp for tepid cups, patter a drumbeat on knees.
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123965
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Petty minds think arithmetic thoughts/
in units of dollars and cents//
and strive to quantify the world
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123922
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“It's not him,” Kelly says. “I think it might be,” says her Mom. The three of us are sitting on the long sofa facing the wall which is one …
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123942
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Urban skunks want to visit your neighborhood and be bold in your neighborhood.
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12391510
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No canopic jars and fine Egyptian cotton.
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123921
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. . . I just didn’t think to call the mortician from the phone outside the grocer’s store, how gauche that would have sounded to any passers-by, a call to a mortuary from outside a grocer’s store!
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123900
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"It all began with a painting," I said. "Mostly blue. Acrylic. Naturalistic in a modern sense. She was stylized but recognizable, and her breasts were exposed. Everyone could see her disordered skirt. The painter was a fan of Herrick.
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123941
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She felt like she was turning into someone else, someone who appeared normal. She would be inundated with everyone else's ideas, morphing into an insipid lemming, smiling and bantering about mindless things. She wouldn't even care she had changed...
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123920
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With some of these guys it was like propping a kid on a training-wheel bike, then steering the kid down the street til he figured out what to do next. Tricks would come into the bar. Roanne had a smile for all but the dregs…
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123920
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it’s okay, you can come inside me
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123821
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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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123800
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"You are stuck in the past like the jiggling leather of that wrestler's skin."
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123821
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To assist you in recalling some of Episode One of - "A Poem by Jasmine Coriander-Semolina": My head lifted up slowly as I looked up through a gaussian blur of fragrant incense smoke and saw she was crying. She whispered that her daughter, Pastina, was last…
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1238157
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...he had that same grin, better than a racy French picture.
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123801
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I was sitting at the barFeeling the blues after workDrinking my 64 0z pitcherOf beerBody hurting all overAnd this kid begins to talk to meAbout how drinking is killing myBrain cellsAnd of course i have heard thisShit all beforeYet i act dumb all the sameLike really? I did…
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123801
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She excelled at plowing forward. He excelled at staying in one place. Eventually the distances got too great and she put an ocean between them.
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123833
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This world is always at least as strange as it seems, but usually far more strange, so many non-repeatable phenomena . . . .
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123821
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I remembered because the man took us to see the horses. I didn't see something that set off a series of memories. I only saw the stables and the moon sitting pensively below the firmament. I looked at these and there was spaciousness between the moon and the stables and…
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123860
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and still every time I walked up there - so it can't be the cycling - I was nervous I would do it wrong
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123883
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Our lives are lived backward in memory...
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123822
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Let your father stay
through that dinner
when his mistress needed him,
while your mother was on the verge.
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