1144 3 3
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The sun was a dish of burnished courage
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114321
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My mind fabricated the smell of gunpowder as I pushed down.
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114375
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114340
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“This isn’t fair!” I rail to my late wife. “It’s all right for you, why not me?” She never answers me directly. Not in whispers, or with knocks, or even dreams.
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114311
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114343
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The boy wasn’t raised this way.
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114374
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I leave the 29
to go after the 1
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1143169
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Unless we see it, probe it,
Name it, star by star, and feel
This awful, tenuous gratitude.
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114331
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114333
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Outside cool fresh morning tiny fingers
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114311
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I thought the dog was up to someting.
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1142107
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114240
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The news just now that you are dead
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114200
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Adam, now Eve-less, stood before his most exquisite Bonsai, wallowing in the miseries of youth.Seth Gall has had work published in China, Canada, and the U.S. His work has appeared in Word Riot, SmokeLong Quarterly, and Nanoism. He is S.H. Gall in decomP…
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114211
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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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114232
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Bradley turns out to be a walking red flag. He approaches as I unload the U-Haul and says, "Hi, I'm Bradley. I'm not very modest so you might see me from time to time in various stages of undress." Bradley is the last man on Earth I wish to see undressed.
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114243
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I'm looking for the perfect/passage, a safe, sound/jettison to now.
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114244
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There by the opposite doorway opening onto the thinly carpeted kitchen lay—well, what seemed to be all that was left of Miriam Flagellporte . . .
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114232
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This is why I’ve decided to assign myself a position in life similar to that of Stuart Sutcliffe with the Beatles.
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114211
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The ride home after Basketball and a little beer; That's when the best poems happen. Poems pin-prick sharp Puncturing through dulled Senses while streetlamps pass Overhead. They find their way inside you But they don't stick. Poems left back somewhere On the…
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114200
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Willa knows why Jimmy reached for the thirty ought six
Chambered a round
With three more clinking in his pants pocket
And took to the roof
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114194
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His will is whole, inviolate,
and wholly full of possibility.
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1141104
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There’s not enough time because we come back to the things we never learn and forget them.
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114162
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It dawned on herthat her imagination hadswollen beyond belief
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114110
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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114100
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At the week's end, memories may come to you Of weekends same as those just gone before, That fade away from seeing as a tide's grey flue, That vanishes once travelled to a shifting shore: Still, hope you'll know a girl for an hour anew, One who fades…
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114100
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But in the dust bunny there was an equally relentless and sneaky foe. A brilliant General that silently marshaled its troops under tables and chairs, in obscure, shadowy corners, and along the unsuspecting flat surface of things.
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114166
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Big hair shoulder pads hell no.
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114110
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i mean the perfect setting is great and all the right lighting very little the right music she says kings of leon i say broken social scene with nothing but time and a large bed with balled up sheets and us but i love early morning fluorescent bathroom light…
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114100
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Everything I write is gold, he mused. My words spill onto the page like ambrosia, nectar of the gods, filling an empty vessel with immortal life.
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