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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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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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114842
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"I like to see your juicy cheeks wiggle."
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114700
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Ben shook his head in disbelief: Was this some theatrical soothsayer trick of Ida’s?
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114700
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We now bring to the stage ....
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114754
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She laughed as she stuck up the word flaccid,
it kept falling down
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114722
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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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114711
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The man was sitting at his makeshift kitchen table. He was forty-five years old. He wore his mortarboard with tassel whenever he left his home. Once inside either a reputable establishment or one generally considered less so, he was sure to take off his m
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114743
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Darkness dangles like bats in a mouth of cabbage. I call this necromancy. But it doesn’t work. No dead people appear. Just Bob Dylan on a horse.
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114700
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One fine afternoon a few months after her husband's death, Susan awoke in the porcelain tub of her gigantic, empty house with: two champagne bottles, one only half-empty; a Xanax bottle, completely empty; and a loaded gun, which was most startling
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114722
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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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1147129
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The gulls/
have somehow mastered the art//
of avoiding the nooses of six-pack/
plastic rings
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114664
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I descend to my grave / where I will unbend / until the Coming of Christ
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114610
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It was ridiculous. We were only in 3rd grade. How can anyone know at that age, only eight, that Judy F. was the girl he was meant to be with for the rest of their lives?
But that was how Stephen O. behaved. As if they both already knew this, and they
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114641
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B developed a thick emulsion that he paints onto the pieces of meat on which he prints photographs.
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114600
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Those eyes – they held a lost blue sadness that enveloped her and stopped her mid-movement.
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"It's hard to make a man understand something if his livelihood depends on him not understanding it."--Upton Sinclair I understand what Zappa was saying,about broken hearts and assholes, but, well, reallywhat if yours is already broken and already…
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Better move ‘cause I hear them comin’ up the other side.
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Emma held her arm up to John’s eyes. He looked, nodded. “My burns are on the inside,” he told her. “I’ll never show you.”
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114644
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Of red snappers, flaccid on porcelain slabs...
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114633
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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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114600
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Marie Poupon-Kennedy wasn’t strangled by one set of hands; there were thirty sets around that long, pale neck.
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114633
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Being burned with a branding iron really hurts. Everyone must have voted for the Forge because next thing I knew there was only God on TV
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114622
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for Tracy ThornYou don't need a song about fixed stars, you needa reason to be glad stars are here. Themoon's always been around, but not always like the friend you want,until now. Don't throw it all away becauseyou are too sad to care. You've come into your own. Allthings…
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114610
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I bow my head
and shed the antlers
of past lives
I no longer butt heads
with the universe
but I miss my curse
and can’t do worse
I throw myself in reverse
and rehearse the early scenes
of science and my
full meat diet
that sent
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114687
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The machines of her perception/
tuned themselves to frequencies//
that peeled her skin and fatty tissue
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114620
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When I was eighteenI worked at a convenient storeAnd the owner was from PakistanAnd he dressed well and Smelled of cologneAnd owned two storesAnd was always going back and forthBetween the two of themHe had to make sure we were doingOur jobsAnd whenever some kid…
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114500
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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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