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They say nothing, but instead watch the birds and people hovering. Every day is an echo of the one before, and the weight of waiting has begun to show itself in the stature of the tiny man and his little old wife. …
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Italian authorities seized $1.9 billion in "green" investments made by La Cosa Nostra to launder money. Reuters
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Ben watched the cat burglar snake his way from window ledge to window ledge.
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No one has the right/
to script how someone dies.
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the lazy leaves of a parlour palm finger
lavender in a wine bottle.
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When I wake, I wonderwhat leaves the smile haunting my lips.There is only a ghostly remnant of your eyes, your touch, your kiss. Now I long for the Sea of Dreams,but my body is here imprisoned.Awake, I cannot reach you.The ship has departed; the tides have…
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Less than a week ago, I was still a republican. It’s strange what an invitation for a job interview at the Palace does with your principles.
I’m especially nervous because the interview’s late in the afternoon. I could go to the be
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The scarred heart pumps its viscous blood.
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Oh it's another one of those strange thrill rides slowly building from a buzz saw whisperinto cool morning's consciousness, coming on and crawling through the moon's mattress like a silver stream and under the dented pillow where…
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We used to have a saying: steal an old lady’s pocketbook and you’ll go to jail, steal her pension and you’ll go to the Ritz.
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Before the new arm, I used to sit outside the players' facility and wonder, in between the throbs of pain pulsing sickly through my temples, how much longer I could be a hockey player.
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I wanted those jelly rolls so bad I could scream
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I came out of the Quick Stop and found her in the back seat of my ten-year-old Camry. I don’t know who she is, or why she chose my car. I do know she’s having a baby any minute now.
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The way horizons disappear in the dark.
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Let's put a cork in this drain.
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A stroll along the golf course rim reveals Polo-logoed litter. Could this be what they mean by white trash?
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—Francesco, I wish you would give up smoking, said Michiko.
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I held the steam and scrubbed it. How do you do that? asked Willy. How do you scrub steam? It is so, you know, diaphanous. I said to Willy, because Willy was a good man and listened with both ears, we adapt to the heart's convulsions. I send my grammar to a…
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My first winter in Massachusetts feels medieval: cold, dark, and endless.
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A man walks up and faces
this new red brick wall
The bricks are all perfect
as you might expect in a dream
And the cement is tuck-pointed
without a dribble, anywhere
He looks at the wall
and puts his head through it
And when he pulls h
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If someone told me like people do / that I am a good person / I will never believe them / mostly because I own a mirror / but also because I have lived with myself / for the rest of my life
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...an aggregation of physical nature with the abstraction of 'applicabilty,' more than just a word, but a magickal spell that conjures technology out of ecology.
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We never meant to gain their confidence only to outgrow them. They were once our best friends, the ones who listened, the ones who understood or sat across from us so we could see them nod. They leaned…
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She was, they said, everyman’s armful;
Bedding down with her was most likely harmful.
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His ear is swathed by a large white bandage
that runs down under the chin. Dressed in a heavy dark
green coat, buttoned at the neck.
Streaks of orange relieve the darkness of the green.
Purple and black cap on his head.
Calmly smoking a pipe.
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Where the Story LiesEverybody wants to knowwhere the story lies. Does itlie in childhood? Does it liein old age? Does it lie in anangry outburst or a stingingrebuke? Does it lie in a momentof compassion or in the recognitionof calloused selfishness? Bruisedlove or…
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Meagan rides the subway with perfect lips and deep thoughts, looking moody out the smudged window like an actress in a Sofia Coppola film.
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He who is well hydrated, won't sweat you
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This is the hole I fell in. I can sort of crawl out of it now, but I must have fallen fastasleep in there. Does it really matter if it was for a long or a short time? Everyone is suddenly gone like a smile and replaced lately by sadly different versions…
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I had laid my hand down hard upon a long forgotten shard of an old coke bottle.
The cut is deep.
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