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It must be some sort of Freudian twist, but as her cold fingertips draw rings on my navel, I think of my mother. Here, her body watches my tongue, asking my lips to curl into the letters of her name. I can't get erect. I remember my mother's face—her eyes almost…
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Maria met her husband in World War Two. Maria is now eighty-two. She is from the country of Tuscany. She has lived in may countries. She was a war bride. She has a son. Maria's son is sixty-three. As a baby-boomer he won't retire until sixty-five Maria says.…
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She was the clerk in the photography shop.
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Pity would have been appropriate. Yet, townsfolk whispered behind his back. Shouldn't he do something about it. So lazy. A gluttonous swine. Hadn't his mother kept him too long at tit, breastfeeding ‘til four? Look. Look at him now. A fat man. Our enormou
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One day, he decided instead to be-pet them,
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I dig with no light to guide the aim of my shovel but the stars peeking through the trees which are fuller now then when you went away.
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Held tight during the week, clouds now cast off their burden, flinging down a drag-net of sleet.
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they'd turned into humans overnight
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Even raw as she looked coming out of the jail, the woman left echoes.
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We now bring to the stage ....
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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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What it was for, didn’t matter. When Susan walked into Fred’s house every few weeks and start talking, he’d just nod and say, “Sure, I know how tough it is out there, baby.” Then they’d drink some wine and put on some music, and he’d give her a little mon
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I believe in scouring the sea with spears
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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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Strauss does all the stirring at the start./
The rest is all murk and meander
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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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Someone must bear witness//
at a comfortable remove.
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Meeting the past an inevitable outcome (this inside a future fortune cookie). Shame pierces her like a sudden migraine.
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Lips touch briefly at first
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and any stain or streak/
is as you will or wish it
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Too young to stay interested for long in the words I was reading. My father said the man was very intelligent and most of his writing was hard to understand.
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I took Annie to the zoo, and the tigers got out. The little tigers, that is. Cubs.
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Ronnie comes home carrying two sacks of groceries, one including a four-pack of Virgil's root beer. This is heavy stuff. It amazes me she is able to carry these items up our steep hill, nearly a mile in distance. I watch the news on our French cable station while she…
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It had been a long night, a hard night. The sky had been filled with blackened clouds, patters of wind snapping and whipping like a pirate's flag hung at full mast. Rain beat…
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I normally don't photograph well, but today – well, today's different.
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I tell my students about a timewhen seniority was told by the number of fingers on a worker's hands No weekends or overtime, children — bare toes dangling — twelve hours on the line I look for…
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I love you, I said. A beautiful smile struggled through the pain. But I love you more.
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This is the place you need a third hand
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