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I tell people that we leave out food for the creatures to appease the skunk gods.
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115300
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I sold my ego to pay a parking ticket. And then I wrote 77 words about mental health.
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Duffy struck an adversarial tone from the outset, offering up a first poem about improper expenses submitted by members of Parliament that ruffled feathers across party lines.
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In my dream I am the showy leaf, and you are the stem, and you are the strength. I am the leaf turning colors, my face flushed, the fine hair at my neck, and there is the deep carnal twisting around your stem that sends me floating to the ceiling over a
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“Miss Brown had spent the morning (was it just this morning? Or another?) purchasing parsnips and leafy green vegetables from the local grocers, when she was overcome by a wave of nausea. The world went black and she awoke in a windowless, doorless room.
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My wife said she’d only be gone 10 minutes. 10 minutes. She left me with the 2 boxes we couldn’t fit into the car, and went home to unload the 5 others. She’d be back in 10 minutes.
I got a call after half an hour, she was on her way back to get me. I
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115353
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His eyes begin to glisten like hot green wax pooling around the
wick
of a
pretty little candle.
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115300
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Some friends of mine took him for a ride out to Broad Channel, you know that enclave of crazies that live in houses on stilts on the island in Jamaica Bay on Cross Bay Boulevard. He might find that when the tide comes in, the water might be a little deepe
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115361
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The bison know a lot about Longfellow
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115323
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His smartphone rang. A picture came up of him kissing the blonde.
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115243
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Even the fruit from the nearby orchard (which I, in part, nourish) batters my stone to rot.
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The cornbread for dressing cools./
The cranberries boil with one cup each/
of sugar and water. The aromas are nice
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The glamour of living in the Rebuilt Engine Capital of the World is meaningless to the young boys who roam its crowded streets after school, desperately looking for something to take their minds off their homework.
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115200
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It was then an angel was sent to provide assistance and guidance. After the first time, with the radio show, the woman could almost feel her presence. When she did not know what to do, or needed help or to encourage others, when her own will and words wer
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115252
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Minimalist/realist short-story writer Raymond Carver was fired from his job as an editor of science textbooks because of his inappropriate writing style.
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115252
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Like the Lady Miss Kier, I believe in the power of love. I believe.
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I remember one afternoon when Terry and I did it in broad daylight in a nearby park in Lombard, or Glen Ellen. This was after we had broken up already and I was seeing Jolene, I think, before leaving to go out to my writing program at U.C. Irvine. It wa
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115200
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Side morning lightthrough hydrangea crab, reachand shine off patio ice
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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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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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115100
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...I made the mistake, thinking the point of a maze was to go in one side and out the other.
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115121
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I’ll bet
You got bit by Snake Charmer Boy
And your world fell out from under you
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115122
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Is this a tenure track position?
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1151159
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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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115132
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I knew there was something wrong with the sunset when I woke up.
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115121
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Mulvihill suspected, but could not prove, that the connection to all three murders and the three men was a painting
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115111
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god's seed is asleep in the carseat
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115196
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The world can still be viewed as a honey drop of sparkling rain, but not all washed up tears can be revealed as such. The stories swirling inside are constantly shifting their own gears, searching for the lost highway, and sometimes…
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115122
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I caught a fragment of a charged argument as I passed them. The young man said, “Well, I am talking about love.” And the young woman with equal volume checkmated with, “Well, I am talking about money.” Though their lives were none of my business, this exc
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