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If you want to be a writer, just write stuff.
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81511
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As it was, she was on a mission to get back and either close the chapter or re- open it on her former lover. Something was curiously drawing her to him. She was frank with the man on the plane. He understood. When they deplaned on the tarmack in a snowsto
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81500
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81521
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Airports are always a casino, said Oriana
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81521
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“Did you check Snopes? I always check Snopes when I hear something stupid like that.” “I most certainly did not check Snopes. And it's not stupid. It's an established fact.” “Really? Cause once I heard about that kid from that old…
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81565
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Then it gets worse—this reading of books—I go to the café and can only read a minimalist there, one crouton at a time.
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815127
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They say I am filthy. On this high pillar I perch like a stuffed avian relic, flightless, no prey. The horizon before me is broken by scuff and foreign tongue, by atomized evil. Pleas, and there are many, are answered by the only prayer I know, the one prayer, which…
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81500
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Have you ever Felt As if you were Alone In the world?
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81533
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two pairs of arms and legs
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81532
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We reach for things and objects//
made of ever smaller things and objects
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81500
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For some employees the job was simply a job, another day towards another paycheque towards another Friday night spent at the bar wondering just exactly when life decided to start with the kidney punches.
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81400
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The cubs from every Clan shivered at his snarl. The Elder’s presence was overwhelming, and level of pressure pressing down upon them.
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81400
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Jim twisted the skinny trunk of his body in a fast, violent jerk just as the cop grabbed the buckle of his left Harley Davidson boot. When the boot flopped off, Jim found himself sitting upright, ready to jump up and run. But then he felt the baton lock down on his…
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81422
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A likeness borne in silk, rich contours of canvas giving life to the seascape.
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81431
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“Madras shorts with those candy-ass Brooks Brothers shirts? If you wear stripes with plaids, you’ll look like a TV test pattern.”
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81460
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It’s hard to lose. Harder than you think. I guess the ultimate question is: If I had to give up one thing, my dog, or hazelnut gelato, which would it be? I’ll tell you, between those two, it would have been easy to choose. But losing you, that was a who
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81465
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"Time is an ocean, but it ends at the shore. You may not see me tomorrow."--Bob DylanThey're writing poems, but not for me. Guess I'll write one of my own. For nobody that I know now. It's a pretty lonely world for someone who sings, not you, not with…
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81442
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Rent yourself a decent place to live, one with a shower.
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81355
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Already past the harbinger of yellow crocus
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81310
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Michelangelo's David will gird his loins, Rodin's Thinker will look up in wonder, because you are a Pygmalion; a Hermione.
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813159
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Dread and drudgery sour each day
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81300
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A gurgle of sugar on bark-splotch or blips. A mess: blueprints, radar, or wrench. Lips swell neon blood. So much spit, the lunar tremors. Manipulated, blur flutter flicks. To lungs: choke on scraps of metal, lumber, nuclear. Stir the embers. She's a bone bath for…
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81375
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There could be a Reagan circle/
with a Maggie Thatcher suite.
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81354
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once he had planted Lucille things changed./his emptiness rivalled the hollow grave/dug for her . . .
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8132314
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Life, like a kite string, is slipping out of
your hands
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81332
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Let's put a cork in this drain.
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81330
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On my second trip home from the University of Illinois down state in Urbana, it was during our break between semesters, I remember it was a particularly freezing cold and miserable January (1963.) I had a date with Lynda.
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81300
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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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81320
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81300
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that lightheaded feeling you have right now is a good thing
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