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The way I figure it, mom wasn't worth a shit. I'd cry when she hit me but she'd just keep pounding. When I was seven, she burned a hole in my back. It happened one day at the fair. We were walking around. She didn't have any money so all we could do was walk. I had…
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Big hair shoulder pads hell no.
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I saw a big dog
By the side of the road
I saw a small deer
By the side of the road
A little maroon water in a glass
As I was driving home
Under darkness
With the wind that was under a rose
New blood will fill the earth
And we must lo
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A strange man tapped my door and held up the shoes for me to see. “It is the Dork Shoe,” he said. I looked past him at his dusty station wagon filled with boxes. “I have your size right here.” I observed the halo of his gray hair as he…
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Who better to know the wiles of the fox than the vixen herself?
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these fleeting
moments of insanity.
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129797
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The summer I was eleven years old....
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Marcel Proust had never been to a big-box store before. He was dazzled by the sheer size and scope of the store and the seeming impassivity of the shoppers. So many products, so many shelves, such strangely intriguing examples of the human condition. The people seemed…
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The carnival passed through this hotel one time only, its boarded guests pretending to ignore the smell of outdoor whore in their bedding.
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That was all it took. Thirty seconds.Half of a minute.30: He was standing with me on the corner of the street, 29: waiting for the crosswalk to say it was okay for us to make our way to the other side. 28: The red "do not walk" signal changed to the white "join us over…
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A novel is an idea that has
Survived many severe beatings
While a poem is a homely thing that was
Never even asked to the dance
Art Speak, however, is the art of
Systematically overstating and
Re-inventing the Obvious to the point of
Distr
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Through the lonely night
All the roads are breathing
While somewhere on the road
The American soul lies bleeding
The past is all in yellow
The future’s all in blue
While living in the moment
Has lost its rosy hue
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She was trying to hold something, gathering in … lips blue/ black, saying: “I’m all right.”
I remember her telling me, over the phone one time: “It’s a baby rabbit, and he was having a picnic. He was chewing away and chewing away. I had six tomato pla
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As Zoë says, “You and your musician friends drink in industrial quantities.”
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I'm panicking trying to think of the next line in this poem
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The lights are dimAnd love's the mood tonight.Enveloped by DarknessPierced by rays of light;That black dressto meis pure delight.Dancing together,Arm in arm,arm over shoulder;I promiseI won't get any bolder.Eyes meet eyesYour lips against mine.My heart is pounding,Sweet…
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The rain falls soft after a hard weekend.
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I wanted those jelly rolls so bad I could scream
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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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Your self-effacement hid/
so much of you//
until you died and the full/
inked legacy shown in light
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"... A set of vertebrae disintegrate and a woman falls face first into her dinner plate."
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“Tell me how sad they are.”
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Drink tons of water they keep telling me...
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129500
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This anachronistic portion of the novel opens up a new and revelatory portion of the story which clarifies much of the mystery surrounding the developments.
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"Excuse me, ma'am? You wanted the mayonnaise on the side, right?"No one ever called her ma'am again.
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Sometimes he would get up at night, go outside, and stand in the middle of their back yard.
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By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:
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I remembered every noun and matching verb,
Simple sentences only, two words divided by a line,
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I can’t move - I try to move my arms - I try to move my legs - If I can scream then that will wake me up - I scream
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Bipolar. Schizophrenic. Alcoholic.
Addicted. Abused. A reader?
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