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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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Already past the harbinger of yellow crocus
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I have one, but I want another,
A little greedy perhaps.
She's my obsession, my indiscretion,
My little judgment lapse.
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THERE ARE TWO PARTS. FROM PART ONE: (Later the police escort the students out, directing them to keep their hands in the air, as they file out into the parking lot. They wrap Mrs. Smedley in a blanket as she stares out blankly in shock. "How is Linda? Is
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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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Palinode: A poem written to retract something said in a prior poem.
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Big hair shoulder pads hell no.
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The rain falls soft after a hard weekend.
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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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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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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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They say he started the study on February 26, 20—. Ever since that day, no one has seen or heard from him.
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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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Drink tons of water they keep telling me...
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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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Sometimes he would get up at night, go outside, and stand in the middle of their back yard.
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I wanted those jelly rolls so bad I could scream
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I remembered every noun and matching verb,
Simple sentences only, two words divided by a line,
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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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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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Bipolar. Schizophrenic. Alcoholic.
Addicted. Abused. A reader?
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And when you come back, you work minimum wage and have water cooler sex and your face is no more than archives.
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By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:
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What don't they all do for us?They absorb, eliminate negative feelings and make you smile. To just name a few ... They make you sane, how insane it may seem from a certain point of view.But let me tell you this: I'm 1300 kms away from my family. I don't care much about…
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