1232 12 8
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fog settles over the mountain laying a ghostly blue shroud
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123210
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The harsh lights of the 7th Ave. Local revealed dark circles that had remained hidden during Vivian’s performance.
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123221
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We woke up and we were whirlpools of spilt turquoise oil / with wings for flying
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123222
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"She was like a perimeter guard for an advanced race of beings who looked human but were somehow para-human entities focused only temporarily within this dimension."
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123231
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Two titans move
opposite one another
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123233
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I thought
we ended things a long time ago
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123271
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Drink tons of water they keep telling me...
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123211
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123200
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...black birds fall from trees...
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123187
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In its own defense
against what is too concrete
the mind allows a magical thought--
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123122
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Max understood this perfectly and could easily picture the slow-motion buckling of the spars and the accordion collapse of the fuselage as the propeller blades’ churned up the ground.
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123140
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I've been a fan of hagiography—the lives of the saints—since first grade when Claude Dunham and I were asked to represent St. Stephen and St. Sebastian, two martyrs of the early church, in a tableau vivant of bored boys.
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123130
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Kiln dried mummies, landscape of once were alpacas. / Now all the wool is farmed in Alva
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123155
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Luke and Diane sat at a round white table looking around the room. There were clusters of people forming an archipelago of cordial exchange and small talk. All but a few were strangers, friends and family of his sister-in-law Mary, now a widow, though the word sounded…
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123153
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I didn’t say to eat your keys and parrots.
It was peas and carrots. Idiot!
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1231109
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123121
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1231146
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I am the ritual/
banalities of days numbered,/
numberless, and numb.
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1231127
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Extrapolate, interpolate/
to add imaginary flesh//
to fragmentary bones.
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123100
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123111
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She looked over from the passenger seat at her husband and smiled. It had been twenty years. She hadn't expected him to remember. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, placed her hand on his thigh.“We'll be home soon enough,” he said. He was not…
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123121
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My man’s got a habit that’s kinda strange.
I’ve got a feeling he’s never gonna change.
Whenever I take a trip,
when I git back, my underwear’s ripped.
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123132
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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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123154
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I have constructed this emotion with tinfoil and stilts. I wear the mask of a typewriter. I have roots in Minnesota. I have a glass hat and a junkyard monstrosity pregnant with parables.
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123000
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We watched through the plate glass window, like kids watching a mother guppy eat her young. A woman approached the sweaters but stopped suddently, as if she sensed the dark force Darth Vader projects in Star Wars movies.
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1230115
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123030
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What was heinous about it was how easy I assumed it would be. That was truly heinous, and it was a mistake in the end to think of it that way. But I’ve learned from what’s heinous. I’ve bought a plastic cylinder filled with nylon zip ties. They’re great f
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123001
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On a cold, dark night near to All Hallows' Eve in October of 1930, I was summoned by Constable John Wakefield to the house of Vernalier Driscoll. The constable was wild-eyed and very nervous, his hair appeared to be standing on end.
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123022
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his eyes see blood as circumstance.
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123010
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skin is soft and too easily sliced away
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