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His spoken words had reavealed nothing, but the far-off look in his eyes had told me good-bye.
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120485
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take out the yellowed recipes/
left by mothers and grandmothers—//
perhaps the great aunt who never married—
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120421
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She was outside the house with one of her unlit cigarettes dangling from those chapped lips, she was carrying the can of kerosene and wearing a pair of red Mary Jane shoes, even her footwear smacked of violent drawing mystery.
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120454
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120411
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They used to send Steven a check in the mail every 2 weeks. It was the only thing he looked forward to, it was the only mail he ever got. When it stopped a month ago he thought maybe it was just a fluke, got lost in the mail, something like that...
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120431
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He told me it isn’t my fault. That my brain isn’t slowly and deliberately killing itself, not barbarically stripping away its own wiring to expose razor bursts of electricity.
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120432
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Maybe tomorrow someone dreams
And maybe someone moans
But beware the steam inside the dome
It’s just dreams that sorrow owns
If it resonates, say so
Ho in a raccoon coat
Slow bum ahead
If it resonates, say so, say so
And her man, yo
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120454
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I watched her look at mewithout any eyes.She turned her head as wesat on the edge of the bed.Instead of eyesthere were hollow indentations of soft tissue,bulbs, and closed,tissue sown, pinched togetherwith pulls and zigzagslike crosshatching, where…
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120300
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She had covered her laughing mouth, trying to prevent him from seeing a storied past.
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120331
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Ha. “Real damage.” The guy was in the ICU when I woke up in the jail cell. Turns out he was a cop. In a small town. The town where it happened. How I ended up in the state police holding cell, I have no idea. Just lucky, I guess.
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120322
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Published in Calamities Presshttp://calamitiespress.com/2014/08/24/peace-be-with-you-slippy-realism-by-joao-cerqueira/ Peace be with you Jesus returned to earth by walking down the middle of…
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120351
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When Veronica Lake died today of hepatitis, / he didn't blink an eye
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120351
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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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1203179
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When I came back home, after coming down with polio, everything had changed for me. I'd been gone for forty-five long days and nights. But it was Halloween, a time very nearly sacred for children in the Midwest, and it brought out the charity of the who
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120320
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, that smiley lush would shake rattle and quiver the day long no matter the temperature.
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120241
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I WILL play with it.
I WILL bend it.
Use it every day. MAKE it work.
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120201
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There was once a girl. Her name was April. Her family lived at the edge of a village. When she looked out her second floor window she could see the forest stretch for days. At nights after supper she would lean over her bed; watch the stars in the distance and wish many…
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120231
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Biting my tongue instead of lashing red stripes
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120211
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120284
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This soil is bereft, with only mocking water
below, so catacombed in chalk.
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1202104
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You could have drawn us forth anytime on the beach, harping, begging to be let go from the grasp of your song. I needed you to sing of my neck, with its ropes teeming and filled. You only had to spread me open and loosen the shuddering country, anytime.
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120222
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So tell me what it takes. // My wallet is so fat / I sit lopsided.
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120112
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Sometimes I try to hum / along with the air conditioning, / and pretend I do not exist, but am merely / the space that fills the room.
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120130
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We fall through two feet of clouds and dragons before we land softly on our feet in clover and crab grass.
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120111
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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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120100
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Experience is veracious and honest; action, the only moral
Dimension that matters, that is undeniable and pure.
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120182
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Skullcap of crabs. Will you record it as it rips clean?
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120155
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Written in big letters
Across the back window
Of an old Pontiac:
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120133
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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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120151
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As with the trouble with gambling, I managed to spend beyond my self-suggested limit at the farm while wanting to do little else. It became a chase for "money" (numbers like rubles) ...
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