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Years later, the couple is different in some terribly profound way. Maybe they have grown old and begun to look like one another. Or maybe they have been divorced and haven't spoken in months or years except through the kids, who they spoil and use against their…
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The Sunday sunset slowly simmers the sea.
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Kudzu obscures the gate where jasmine bloomed last summer.
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a fun little piece for all to enjoy, not just the ladies
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There's a whole pack of us, men minted from hot brass and thumbtacks.
Too tough for sensibility's sake.
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I remember you were on top of us freely, and we were starry with enjoyment. You turned to the beautiful youth because we were light, because we were so full of life
that our skin alone could not seem to contain us.
We were burning, burning on all
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there was no mess she couldn’t manage, / no chaos she couldn’t tame.
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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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All of the reviews are the same, one star reviews with five star ravings. What the fuck do these pigs want from me, if not my art? Pearls before swine would be an…
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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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medieval the new:/days of rational belief/and mythical thought.
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...afraid of cancer, fire, floods, famine, being audited by the IRS....the list goes on and on....
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106253
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Soft rain, small rain, steady rain—
what the shrubs and tangled
young red oak tree need—
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106233
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why not just go ahead and walk into the mirror à la Jean Marais following Heurtibise into the underworld.
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Sick of sight, Ai Kitano constructed glasses by which the wearer was rendered totally blind.
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Troy approached the podium and cleared his throat.
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No one has the right/
to script how someone dies.
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It has been speculated that his failure to become either a recognized artiste or a blockbuster director is what ultimately led him, when the opportunity presented itself, to upload his consciousness.
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Another run-in with the police happened one night in Elmhurst. I was seeing this girl I'd met in my Shakespeare night class at Elmhurst College. She and I and Andy and a friend of hers, I think, were parked in front of her house, drinking a six pack of beer when her…
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she covered me with down and kissed me good night, tucking in loose ends, whispering prayers... she cut me out of paper and blew me into life. she held the scissors near my neck in case i put up a fight. she covered me in clothes cut out of colored paper: polka dotted…
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“You just missed that last time,” the carney was saying as Sue Ellen walked up. “Give it one more try and I’ll bet you get your girl a big teddy bear. C’mon.”
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It’s funny how white people are so reluctant to reveal their ignorance of hip-hop culture. “There are a number of robust on-line tools that can assign randomly-generated rap nicknames to members of the federal judiciary,” I told him.
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Trenches coated with man-gruel laced the earth.
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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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Once again, I start the engine.
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I had coffee with one of my characters today. It did not go well. I thought we were friends, but I guess I was wrong.
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you knew the lightbent it in your favorleapt confidentlyacross heartscheeks and shouldersrouged chromaticincandescent pretendingperhaps the dark had no claimover your lonely clumsy soul© 2013 - Rene
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Mom would dig through one of her music boxes to pick out Saturday morning's cleaning jams. Tattered, battered Payless shoeboxes with lids ripped to shit, filled to capacity with piles of cassettes; greatest hits albums, mostly, or Time Life compilations of mid-to-late…
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