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Quixote Bronson, Savior of Neglected Suburban Housewives

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Saturday night in the suburbs west of Boston. As Pancho Sanza and I drift wearily from one upscale restaurant to another, we see an endless parade of husbands whose indifference to their wives borders on cruelty.

Road to Pucalá

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I even killed a man.

Why I Can't Write Romance

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But all I see, the only irresolute shape in my mind that forms and becomes real, is you.

The First Round

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It was mostly accidental.

Night Raid

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The president snapped awake at three AM. He realized he was a serial killer. Highly trained and equipped killers on his orders were summarily murdering thousands of raggedly dressed people in the name of Democracy.

For One Coach, "Wranting" Isn't Writing

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"The editors at Travel & Leisure are more interested in perks from advertisers than the survival of the human race.”

Yet More Band Names For Sale or Rent

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While More She Tried to Babysit Me at a Party When I Was Stoned, But There Was a 'Block' Between Us. It's Why Since For Ever an

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d anon., I've Had Trouble "Loosening Up." I've got to keep my pump primed, don't I?

Sulfur and Wishes

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Some mornings he would wake up with his hand in the curve of her side. But her scent would awaken him further to his reality. This was not his wife. No, the women he vowed to protect was asleep in the arms of another.Lost to adultery, his dreams fell to…

A Fog Will Press Forever at Your Shoulders

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Sandy lay motionless on the ground, death giving her a look only describable as "ancestral."

My Wife, the Registry of Motor Vehicles

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We’ve been married for 24.1667 years now and–well–my wife was starting to remind me of a public building. The Registry of Motor Vehicles, to be precise.

Arcana Magi Zero Arc 2 - c.3

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All Karin did was watch from the street. No movement. No reaction. She just watched.

Sonnet II

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When gratitude on lovers' lips rings false/ As flattery by courtly sycophants,/ Take care to well distinguish gold from dross/ So as to gild gladder remembrances.

The Painter Tourist

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demanded he give up muscatel art

The Abstracted Man

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The abstracted man lacks an inside. He is a body. A shell. An exterior that encompasses nothing.The abstracted man yearns to fill himself with adjectives. He lumbers through streets. No adjectives fit. He finds adjectives where we discard them. He carries them in his…

A State of Affairs

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We could act the anthropologist.

Field of Rattle

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He puts the briefcase on the sand and removes a pistol.

New Flavor

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Billy fell into a bottle, and we couldn't get him out.

I'll Show You God

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...the room was filled with a brightness and a breeze, making you think you were up in the clouds.

gravelortian part 1

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our house gives him a cold again

actual flesh

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With nipples like those, rose-colored, we could have fed a nation!

Saint Christopher Phone Booth Blues

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I've got to stop it. This can't go on. I've got stop yelling at people. Dog people. What's up with dogs of a sudden? Why does everyone suddenly seem to have a dog? I like dogs. Don't get me wrong. It's unleashed dogs that make me go ballistic. One reason is because …

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People's Park at Night

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“You got a cigarette, man?” “Hey, mister, you got a cigarette?” “You got a cigarette, mister?” “Hey, mister, you listening to me? You got any spare change?” The voice was coming from the…

Cutty Sark

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A sense of plenty courses through

They know about fish

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A debacle has been scheduled for 11:45...

Discards

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Church-lady dresses with matching jackets

When the Meat Puppet Meets the Meat Lady

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Diamonds are for suckers Diamonds are for the miserable at heart Keep that in mind when you are busy Puffing out your chest and Slipping on your dancing shoes We were about to witness the release of souls From the captivity of flames At th

Beauty Fell Through the Roof

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Yet tenderness resided here among the canvases, the tubes of paint, brushes, and candle wax; the splatters of discarded ideas. We made love the way people said prayers

Washing

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Scraping the baked on Bar B Q sauce from the grabbing ends of the stainless steel tongs has my total attention.