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The moon has a cloud pass before it. The strop has a razor pulled up-and-down, up-and-down, up and down against it.
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We made a plan to see each other to chat more and so we did. I went to his little house in the neighboring town and walked in to a kind of time warp. It was a large living room, made so by it's emptiness. It was stark in the vastness it seemed, but dark.
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are speaking clear enough, through their open and bleeding wounds, for you to at least try and understand. Waving their massive arms like living lighthouses, bobbing in and out of the floundering waves, they are splashing out an…
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Saul Lies, 33 and uneager to lift his head off of the hair grease stained pillowcase that absorbed his mental anguish most nights, stayed in bed past noon
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There is a couple across the street who fight constantly. I feel bad watching them fight but they haven't had curtains since I moved into my new place and no one in this neighborhood can afford cable. I know that …
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how many lighted days remain
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Against that, this testament, scratched/
with misshapen styluses, made/
from memory by unskilled hands,/
with a pallid memory of ink.
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The old man looked expectantly down the street, and, seeing nothing, turned back to his cup of tea.
Five dollars this tea had cost him, but it was worth it, not only for its quality- it was exceptional- but for the visitor that cup of tea would bring.
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I kept my seat. Passengers packed in the aisle weren't moving and until they were, neither was I.
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Michael remembered when he would lay awake at night as a child and in his mind escape to the woods.
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"You're my husband, for chrissake!"
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She thought she would be happy nowA new beginningA new lifeit wasn't to behe tore up all her nicememories
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I'm not plagued with high levels. Must be all the raking I do. My pubes look as lush as my hair, so fire isn't even a concern. Maybe heat exhaustion is.This might be a poem,My oceans aren't small.
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We’re heading to a
Poetry reading when my wife
Says “You owe me one”
Coming back from the
Poetry reading, my wife says
“You owe me, big time”
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—mashed potatoes / with emeralds in it—
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She says that she’s a prisoner in her own life, and if she wants to get drunk at two in the afternoon with a bunch of union men, then she’ll do it. She says I am welcome to go fuck myself.
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May the timing belt stand the stress again
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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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When the deer did come, I couldn't shoot straight. I didn't feel scared, but I didn't want to miss and my hand was shaking. I hurried. I held my gun pointing out at the path and fired. But it went a little wild and instead of taking the deer down, I shot
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It wasn't the sun sparkling
Or the dog of the neighbor
Barking.
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He will later claim he knows nothing of the girl’s disappearance and that I was the last one seen with her, which will unfortunately be true but not the real story…
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My brothers, who helped support our poor mother, were Rudy and Emil, and there was a sister Blanche, who got married early on and ran off to Atlanta and never looked back at our dire situation. And Helen, who stayed in Chicago. And Silvia, who moved out
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So tell me what it takes. // My wallet is so fat / I sit lopsided.
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The three kings decide to leave their kingdoms, all on their own without family, retainers, armies or servants, and wander about the middle east carrying valuable items.
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He said I was doing it all wrong
Opened up his ghastly mouth
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An extended account of his criminal exploits for a criminal syndicate of Midwestern newspapers and radio stations hastened a change of career plans.
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it is said to make your manliness last forever
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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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When Roy had seen the first of the movies in his dorm's weekend double feature that night (the University of Maine at Orono — as Stephen king once quipped, “that crossword-puzzle favorite”) …
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