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The broken car horn wailed for 40 days and 40 nights.
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This was not a good sign, comforting gestures from strangers were bad omens.
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Concrete coffeecake
drumbeat gyrate
Andy Rooney ran a meter.
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The cab split the thread of oncoming traffic into water barrels and telephone poles.
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Last time I saw the American Dream was Tuesday, down at the Unemployment Office. He was looking pretty worn out, as if being unemployed for over a year was finally getting to him.
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We are the miserable, annoyed, dismayed sick. We slouch on black naugahyde chairs too pathetic to reach for magazines. The computer is down the young receptionist has explained to each of us in young, florid style, complete with “I…
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And her life runs like clockwork. And the kids wouldn’t get to school without her, and the paychecks wouldn’t arrive and the taxes wouldn’t get paid. And she listens to religion and country and God telling her how to run her life, what to do and when. B
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So, once, we were all like sitting around the kitchen table, and it was so kind of like an okay sort of day to begin with. We were all like a secret theater of strangers, a living children's secret circle, meeting right in…
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As clever as clean bed sheets
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We call it the alley of the shadows, the low sunless concavity of earth between the stalks, the acrid scent of the ripened arrow-points.
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Pictures of war correspondents from The Tribune, and colonial photographs in a fruit crate
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My writing career began with sitting around the tree eating Christmas presents.
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I. The sun's corona. Empty boxes near the firehouse. Red birth. A bird's lost wing. II. The bitterness of littleness. Apples in a pile.Early love.A spider, swinging. III. A father's harshness.Twelve bills unpaid. Leaves in a crevice. A dream…
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She was wearing a black tank top and jeans, standing in the shade. Why was she there again? The camera hanging around her wrist answered her question. Right, he had called. He had asked if she could take picture for him and his…
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It's definitely not her pretty face that made him smile so quirkily when she returned in the evening.
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or.
Have you ever contemplated smashing someone's face to The Stooges' Fun House?
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A brief colorful season/
and then the fall as winds/
break the hold the leaves have
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When I was a boy and just out of seminary school, I went to a Doors concert and heard Jim Morrison sing his song ‘Soft Parade’ – it changed my life.
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Is this a tenure track position?
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As we follow the trail and things snap beneath our feet, I tell myself that the snapped things take pleasure, find purpose even, in the sounds they make with my soles.
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This was how he circumnavigated people, bartering like a viking setting prices on the edge of an ax-blade.
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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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I drink the funeral in a dream. I give satisfaction in voice overs.
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The machines of her perception/
tuned themselves to frequencies//
that peeled her skin and fatty tissue
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What was it about the aged and cookies? Here was another one that relished them. Sebastian's grandmother was a specialist. People on the outside thought she was a bird enthusiast. Grandma could be seen refilling the bird feeders at all hours. After the morning…
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Well, hello
hunger: what a sweet surprise.
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A kind of sucking darkness into
A kind of noir celebration of despair
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