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The sun was a dish of burnished courage
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112230
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She turned on the television. The newscaster was her husband. She changed the channel. Her husband interviewing her husband. She changed the channel. A baseball game. Her husband pitched to her husband who popped a fly ball which was caught by her husband
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112211
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Oh, but we have lost-- such treasured souls, at immeasurable costs. Oh, but we do moan and cry-- such treasured souls, no tangible, useable reasons why. Oh, but we whose hearts do bleed-- such treasured souls, we…
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112222
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By the basement washtubs, I watched him skin a squirrel:
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112221
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Doreen takes Butchie’s hand, steadies it in the can opener, counts “One-two-three”–and slams the chrome handle down.
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1122147
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The will to make/
remains
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112210
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d anon., I've Had Trouble "Loosening Up." I've got to keep my pump primed, don't I?
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112266
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Big hair shoulder pads hell no.
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1122127
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Extrapolate, interpolate/
to add imaginary flesh//
to fragmentary bones.
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112200
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the lazy leaves of a parlour palm finger
lavender in a wine bottle.
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112210
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All I need is a place to getaway from the rush hour worldThe crazy crazy rush hour worldA place to hide from the rush hour worldMy nerves are shot from the rush hour worldIn need a place to dream from the rush hour worldMy nerves can't take voices of the rush hour worldCars…
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112264
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FedEx merges with UPS
becoming
FedUp
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112230
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I let the little fingers slip thinking they couldn't stand to hold on anymore. When they were done they said addled and I was left behind in the room with only my hand. I hurt myself trying to picture the pretty girls and they took out a piece above my eye. …
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112111
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Writers, in general, enjoy the solitude that their profession allows, or more precisely, requires. I consider myself a member of that generalized group, along with a more exclusive club of writers who also tolerate an occasional…
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112100
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“Well, Danny, what do you want for Christmas?”
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112131
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Dutton felt thwarted in his literary career, producing only the classic "Here I sit all broken-hearted, paid a nickel to crap and only farted" in a locker room stall at halftime of the 1963 Weedwacker Bowl.
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112140
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The news just now that you are dead
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112100
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We huddle behind the bedroom door and hear the swish of dad's belt as he yanks it from the pant loops, our backsides clenched.
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112164
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Unhappiness is a necessary boon
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112132
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And then I heard
“Yea, for I have seen the Father
The Son, and the Holy Toast”
Okay now, something up was weird
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112121
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Zoë was stunning in a designer gown so revealing and form-fitting that only static electricity could keep it on her body.
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112130
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The falcon cannot hear the falconer. The rain comes down in sheets.
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112121
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Ever the chance we were given, with luck always, fate. At least we engendered the song and the drink. Having sailed from the goddess of sensual love, having the best throw that beauty allowed, now you can call it will, though some will call it hate.
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112132
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The bad moods crash the door down like an overzealous SWAT team and wreck the furniture. The good moods arrive unannounced.
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112101
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Snow is falling like ashes. I know they're hot and cold. One leaves black streaks on my cheeks, the other tears. Maybe the ashes were falling with the snow, not enough water to put out the fire, just to stir the embers. If you screamed I couldn't…
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112100
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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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112100
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Kenichi the boar arrived from the forest with the other elders. The police officers stepped back, awed by these large nature creatures.
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112110
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“I was thinking about the other night.” He said from the living room. She could hear his work boots scrape and creak across the old wood floors, and the sound of his weight landing on the couch, then the snap of the lighter as he lit the pipe and…
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112087
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In its own defense
against what is too concrete
the mind allows a magical thought--
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112094
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You slit your eyes and flick your cigarette in front of an oncoming car. I see how easily you could be that oncoming car.
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