1133 4 3
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113211
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City cars packed with eyes
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113222
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Pick, pick, pick. Scabrous flesh comes off. Goes into mouth. Picking like a drone. This is my leg. It tastes a little salty. Iron apparent. Partner sits across the room, on his laptop, begging. I can't stop widening the pit. Partner goes to kitchen, eats…
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11321412
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We danced the pee dance after too much Seven Up and tasted odd Jello dishes.
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113244
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Friends of the bride
feeling out of place
like a church key
at a wedding
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1132138
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my stomach is empty, but it is my eyes that are hungry
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113231
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If you have writer’s block, it may be because your childhood wasn’t unhappy enough, but there’s nothing you can do about that now, is there?
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113200
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Dog winged the monkey's gerdonderplonk just past ceremony. Winkle-wizzened water garglers awoke wanderjanked while apple-gated confederates slept on. Rusty pipe smack-down cancelled water lily gumbo's two o'clock and Patsy sang Crazy for the millionth time.…
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113201
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Thanks for the invitation, although you don't make the Undergraduate Verse Society Ice Cream Social and Poetry Slam sound very appealing.
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113233
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Father, trouble me memory;laconic, idle, some glint on the dark. Recall us to me: what did we have, or what did we lose? Like some late affection, open me again, laugh it out of us. It is not loss I'm looking toput back together, papered over…
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113221
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martyred young women lie in hospital beds
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113111
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Deep in Stationcity they began to drum.
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113152
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We head home, skirting along the coast,
humble before catapulting waves;
the lighthouse near invisible
if not for a single band of red.
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113133
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That son of a bitch meant every word. Every filthy mouthful of insults that hit me was intentional and focused.
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113111
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My friend and I were talking while having burritos (some days, it is as if all we ever eat are burritos, existentially speaking) and I was looking at the way he inserted that shaft of meat in his mouth and thought him prodigious for his technique
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113110
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In suburban Jeddah magnificent houses on every corner of the avenues are surrounded by high walls rising up from just inside the roadside curb to much beyond taller than a man.
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113100
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It seems like that is all I really knowThe narrow confines of my existenceThe sun rises and falls somewhere,And all living things, move, work struggle and fightCarrying a bucket of water, while the sunBangs the day's rhythm on my armsThere's a war going on, all the…
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113121
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“Are you comparing the communists with Hitler?”
“Are you telling me there is no comparison?"
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113121
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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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113144
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The world is beginning to lose what little hair it has left. Follicles litter the streets and scrape along merrily in the wind like one last turn of the world defying knob of being and knowing. But the thing I want to say here is how beautiful…
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113100
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no one told him there was a place where heroes died, but he should have known it was in love
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113033
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In Nebraska, I looked up from the flatness, to her face, then down to the page and saw this: Real people have joy.
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113050
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They were all celebrating something, but she couldn’t see what it was.
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113096
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113051
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Sand atop a trickling potentially,where roundabout rides hideunbegun business, the trickling of sand at any moment.
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113011
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We are / packed in a speck of dust / adrift across the universe, / revolving an ember.
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113000
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“That's Governor Gauda to you, punk!” This is the line from my speech “Killing Dennis Gauda.” The speech lost the Tall Tales competition at the division level, but I was unfortunate to have a chance to do this speech for Dennis Gauda …
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113000
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"A gush of sand- peppered wind from a passing semi-trailer hit my face rousing me from my mental comparisons."
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113020
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113000
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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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