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Hundred Dollar Bill
Burning Question
The Black Truffles
Open John
Queasy Sister
Tortoise and the Hair
Duck Tail and the Wrap
Stiff Resistance
Knee Jerk Reaction
Tough Cookie
Bar Code and the Illusion
Erosion
Eroti
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Surely someone as clever as I can hatch a plan that will make them pay for rejecting me. Ignoring my genius has a cost and they will pay the price.
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Billy fell into a bottle, and we couldn't get him out.
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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
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I’ll give you a pair of grey cement pumps
then into the river, your body I’ll dump.
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Hole #1 – Loop-de-Loop
A piece of metal curved into a loop like a curlicue off-ramp. Jake and I step up to the Golf-O-Rama mat like accidental twins. My ball is half blue and half orange, like a gas station freebie. The old man at the desk said I
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But all I see, the only irresolute shape in my mind that forms and becomes real, is you.
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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.
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“Well, of course I served in the CIA . . . everybody did, back then!” he says with a grin. “Two goddamn bloody well years . . . I was a regular Nayland Smith, I tell you. …
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as you are, there's a big floating arm that separates both of us from each other. Widening, like a river, it touches us together often, but still keeps us drifting apart. The banks of your new life have different weeds and flowers…
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"The editors at Travel & Leisure are more interested in perks from advertisers than the survival of the human race.”
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“Stay away from fad fruits and vegetables like endive, pomegranates and kiwis,” his father said. “Stick with something that people need, something that will last–parsley.”
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We could act the anthropologist.
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He puts the briefcase on the sand and removes a pistol.
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This is what you have to do to keep the unruly parts of your brain from open revolt.
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“She said I hurt her and my father, the both of them.”
Rose patted her round belly, carried high and in front, likely a boy. “I can see that.”
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We had been on the way to the church when we found them. The handkerchief in my breast pocket was folded just so and I'd tried to recreate the perfect ribbon in Ashley's hair, …
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...the room was filled
with a brightness
and a breeze,
making you think
you were up in
the clouds.
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our house gives him a cold again
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I thought drowning you was the answer. I had barely opened my eyes as I leaned over the sink to brush my teeth, and you were poised near the drain, a furry brown spider, and the largest one I had ever seen up close. I was afraid to smash you, so I flooded you with…
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It was mostly accidental.
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Still Life with Dragon Fruit and Absinthe Glass ‚ Allgegenwart ist Einsamkeit. ‘. — Johannes Jakob Hrodebertsohn …And bright inside this space, though outside lightfall? The spillaging of streetlamps does not cross the…
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I remember saying, I’ll tell you what I think, if you tell me even one of your little secrets, okay? Whoa! A little too much information there, Wolfie, or Pharaoh, or whatever your name is now.
I remember you with the same beard (just a different co
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demanded he give up muscatel art
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The Party and the Body The party at my mother's ended Saturday night deep into Sunday's morning. I tried to remember the exact circumstances of the end but although they wouldn't come it didn't worry me. I knew I would remember at a certain point. It…
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A sense of plenty courses through
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For those in know know know there was hint of a wilderness Cadillac...
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The past follows, battered, bruised, always behind
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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…
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