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"covered in a sheen of sweat, flowers of salt bloom on my T-shirt"
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11971110
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Because of her I got there early, and like I figured, the train was late.
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119732
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It started out small: just a cup of coffee, purchased, and an extra one that I gave away.
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119730
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Deciding what is important from the life of a man that you haven't spoken to in ten years was a task that had seemed impossible at the outset. But now, here she stood, having done just that.
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119744
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Don’t shout. Be nice
Cheer up. Sit up
Straight. Don’t play
With your food. Elbows
Off the table. Watch
Your language. Use
Your napkin. Eat the
Crust
Stop fidgeting
Stop scratching
Close your mouth
When you chew
Remember to
Clea
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119730
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If I came home and she had peed, even after I walked her in the morning before I left, I would tighten up my whole face and shoulders, so I wouldn't hit her, and I would grab her by the tags collar, and I would hiss at her what she needed to know, what sh
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119744
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What I’ve got is
priceless,
but no one
wants it.
Hmmm.
I wonder if
I can
give it away,
or have to
haul it to the
dump?
What I have is priceless.
Priceless.
What I have
is priceless,
but no one wants it.
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119782
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Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?
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119700
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The crescent moon lies with anyone (in case you wanted to know.) And the rain – as cheaply! I don’t think anyone knows this, when they are young. When you are young, very young, you want to be included in everything.
“The young that the sea took, ki
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1197177
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are you afraid sometimes, in the night, in the wind as it beats down your maelstrom thoughts?
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119700
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I would read her stories on quiet summer days as we sat along the river, just the two of us stretched out in the tall grass, hidden in the shade of the pine trees lining the banks of the Mullica while a gentle breeze cooled our skin. She liked the way I read to…
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119700
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Azure lifted her head up – her heart racing – and she closed her eyes focusing her mind.
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119777
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Looking back now, examining from a distance the sequence of events I failed to connect as anything beyond queer happenstance...
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119700
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The nude woman sits straight back, with her hand indented in the flesh at her hip, bracing herself as the comb is pulled through her long hair, with her breasts thrust forward into the light.
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119732
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You can ask so many questions
Of what’s it all about
You can empty out the closets
And roll the mothballs out
But no one has the answers
It’s all a mystery
There’s a bigger picture
But it’s really hard to see
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1197127
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Nostalgia is
when memories
turn into Gods
of knowing who you were.
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119600
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Did I knowingly choose to enter Gloria’s garden and the warm, dark, hollow spaces she offers? Or is it something else that draws me?
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119600
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I love her now, but I used hate her because she’d leave hairs on my bar of soap.
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119610
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I came back down in skinny jeans with holes in them and the tights still on. Little purple kneecaps.
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119612
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i try/to get/up but you prove/your strength.
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119600
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Most likely, the dead bear would be such a mind-fuck for the building crew that they’d probably just remove it quietly. There could be fines and reports and loads of paperwork involved…news would spread and inspections would follow. Yep, they would probab
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119600
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He found a small place on a side street, Bar Oiseaux Ésotérique. There was a sign on the door that read: Jazz Ce Soir: Giovanni Lezardino: Jazz grillé et sautés. Ben had met Lezardino at the Newport Jazz Festival last year.
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119600
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The summer we were fourteen we snuck out of our houses...
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119610
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Ok, ok, so I concede
some answers are enough to make you cry or laugh yourself to death.
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On the way back from New Jersey this afternoon, my dad kept pressing “seek” on the radio dial so he could find WBLS, which we listened to last night, also on our way back from New Jersey. I was driving last night because I wanted to and because I think my dad…
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119586
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the little white lights i see
mean many different things to me
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119541
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As kids, we grew up in a city that we swore was suburbia. Nearly every street had a few houses with a kid or two that was missing their front teeth. There were kids we knew well and kids we'd wish we'd known but they lived a few…
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elton wrings the melody from the words into the silent but pulsing air
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119542
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And now for a word from
Hitler’s Younger Brother, the Mohel
Well, half brother really
He was always such an embarrassment to the Hitler family
Always climbing the infinite tree of hope
Against the permanent limb of gravity
No gratitude or all
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