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Vicki's scream echoed in Michiko's ear, an unwelcome earworm.
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Rob was having a hard time of it. His whole life was like that-- in and out of jail for assault, robbery and selling drugs. He tried to go straight. A career counselor, had set him up, with a job in a warehouse. But he just couldn't…
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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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As I looked in her eyes
She told me—
she liked to pull wings off flies.
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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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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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"Did you ever steal any money?" he finally asked.
"Never. It was mostly toasters. There was the odd coffee maker or electric can opener ... but mostly ... toasters."
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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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You think about bears and it gives you a headache? Don’t give them that power.
You see bears and it gives you a headache? Don’t run. Don’t walk but don’t run.
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Tell me how beautiful I am and I'll dance for you Tell me how much you love my smile and I'll kiss you softly Paint a picture of me and I will lie still Let me see your smile and watch me exhale Rock me back and forth and my eyes close I see rocky shores and…
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VI. At Antares Alpha A pyramid carries four sides: only this one Is surmounted by a circle, and its cone Has all of what we claimed within its cargo, Or that shall never find a plan, or transit now; Though the sulphur and carmine skies that…
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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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I found Mathew face down, cold and ridged like a plastic doll. I had overslept because he never cried—never told me he was hungry. Rodney had to peel my arms from around my son so the paramedics could take him in a blaze of flashing red and white lights.…
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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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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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1. During the outpouring of our newly discovered grief oh how we danced, electrical, into oblivion, maybe once, twice. It was toall to be expected, but not everything you feel is always real. After all the dust may settle, but it…
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Well, it looks like I’ll be having a stem-cell transplant after all...
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Chewy is an old dog. His face is mostly white.
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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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Her legs splayed out
in front of her.
She was a mess
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Kudzu obscures the gate where jasmine bloomed last summer.
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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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I give you three words
dripping wet with whatever and you
take them, harbor them...
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If you were looking for her
She's in the backwoods
grafting your skin
from her thighs
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"..sneezing repeatedly into an obviously saturated cocktail napkin,.."
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"Too many people were presenting themselves in a false light on lunch dates,” she says. “The power ties on the men, the come-you-know-what-me pumps on the women–that’s not what married life is about.”
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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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Anastomose my veins to / yours so we may / share // a dream pooled between us
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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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