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I know what that coast was like, where you went. A coarse country filled with malodorous women that sang from the shores. Groups of nine stripped to the waist. Some with braids hanging down their back. Garden beauties. Visual porticos, with their floral
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120100
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No One The city he abandoned lies below him. It's been years, so many tears. He admires the remains of the White City, The Shed, rooted ahead. He jaunts through Roosevelt Train station, hassled by the acrid stench pollinating the area. I…
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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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120141
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As I looked in her eyes
She told me—
she liked to pull wings off flies.
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120111
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On 3rd when you looked at your 389th happy New Year greeting, you autotyped “same to you”. No one on whatsapp knew.
At week 17 of IVF therapy when you and your new bride could do no more; doctor Mehdi said neither could he.
At 5 minutes left, you mi
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120043
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You want to be Teilhard de Chardin? You’re getting started way too late.
There’s a better chance you’ll be tomorrow’s Peking Man if I bury you in the cellar.
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120065
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I’ll take my Christmas carols neat-
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120000
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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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120032
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Chewy is an old dog. His face is mostly white.
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120052
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Her legs splayed out
in front of her.
She was a mess
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120033
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When he was 24 he ran away with a girl, forgot about his little office job in the city, went with her to the mountains, just the two of them, to live out a life of romance that a chalk box like the metropolis can’t give you—
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120060
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The silence grew louder as it grew longer.
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120022
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He stood in the doorway of his mother's house. The doorway that separated the living room from the kitchen. Out of habit, he picked at the wallpaper. He had done this for years as a kid. Anytime a corner pulled up, he started tugging. Just a…
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120065
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“Tell me how sad they are.”
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120000
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Another subject of interest is "furverts"--"individuals who engage in sexual activity while dressed in animal costumes."
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119900
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“Well, Danny, what do you want for Christmas?”
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119942
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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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1199115
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Hardly a soul could pin him for creating the vehemence that found a streamule to her pen if she wrote in cursive or a fanjet to her keyboard if she typed quickly and satisfyingly in print, employing eight fingers and two thumbs—
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119911
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Well, it looks like I’ll be having a stem-cell transplant after all...
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119912
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The women, I think,
Handle it better than
The men.
The men just stare
Straight ahead
Vacantly
Hollow-eyed
Lonely.
The women more
Fulfilled by their lives,
Having always
Expressed their love.
The men,
Not so much.
And find
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don’t ask me to set my goals./
I have none except safe air to breathe,/
a reliable roof,/
something aromatic in the oven.
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119900
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What would people say about me? He was immoderately adrift. Maybe pathologically narcissistic. A shame he dumped Gina, the best he ever did. In essence, a man-child.
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1199105
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Upstairs, in a room where some years later, the occupant would be murdered by his lover, I sat in my skivvies in an armchair and wondered if I should call my wife.
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119954
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No one has the right/
to script how someone dies.
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119922
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I give you three words
dripping wet with whatever and you
take them, harbor them...
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Vicki's scream echoed in Michiko's ear, an unwelcome earworm.
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119922
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Couldn’t
we
just
do
a
quick
ie
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119910
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Sometimes I think our gathering is a ritual centered on collective visualization. Other times I feel like I have been physically transported. I am not sure there is a difference.
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Your words broke meLike a china vase dropped to the floorAnd though the pieces were recoveredStuck together with love and compassionThe cracks are there for those who lookI was happy to be there, content in that placeYou wanting to be somewhere elseNever telling me where…
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