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Valerie had purchased a new cell phone in late 2007, and, say a few months afterwards, in the beginning of 2008 a demon briefly took up residence in it. She had just returned home from running a few errands, and set her phone down on her desk. She had been focusing on…
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99944
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I was at the bend in the road
thinking of Robert Frost
but there was no fork,
there was no yellow wood,
there wasn’t even a horse
to ask me why or what if
There was no decision to be made
just a thousand tourists from Prague
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99900
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“Hello. How are you?” “Me? I'm fine actually. Just sitting here in this little coffee shop. Sipping my coffee. I like it black, did you know that?” “Like your men?” ‘Excuse me?” “It's a joke… from…
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99900
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A sweltering heat sits on the field like a fog failing to move. From the diamond, you were able to see the Chicago skyline poking above the apartment buildings like antennas, sending signals all throughout the world.
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99921
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If the pen travels over a sheet of paper, it is not long before a metaphor appears. A fast, beautiful metaphor like friendship, or deformity. Think of the pen as a penis and the ink as semen. I just sit and laugh. Time impregnates an opportunity and a lon
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99921
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“You’re just like me,” she said, as dawn was breaking. “You like sex.”
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99921
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Fat Yasmin and Greg Lane were quite a couple. They held hands a lot. She was a mound of shit. “She had to go…
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99931
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I killed it.
Didn't even relocate it back to its outdoor home, as I had work to do.
This is being human.
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99900
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Ben did not respond, but sat staring lizard-eyed at the shattered remains of his glorious musical instrument.
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99965
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Villon, get the hell outta here!
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99933
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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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99821
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As the patter of our passing feet fades.
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99821
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We were fleeing Hurricane Katrina
We stopped somewhere in Texas at a roadside diner
But found a sign that said it was closed
All of a sudden as we sat there in our car
The shop’s owner knocked on the window
And asked what he could get for us
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99810
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She left the bathroom and slammed the bedroom door. He heard the lock close.
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99800
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The men stir around so aimlessly
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99830
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I've brought a stack of old photo albums to the home with me. It'll be nice to go through them with Mum, I'm thinking.When I arrive she's doing her usual routine, where she sits silent for a time then bursts unprompted into laughter, lungs rattling, shouting at some…
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99820
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Connecting the dots the past two weeks, I’ve concluded you’re pregnant again.
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998127
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a few Hershey's Kisses tucked in with the note
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99841
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Her heart is the color of fuck. Not the color she'd imagined; the soft pink of parting lips, the fading hand print on steamed—up windows, like Leo and Kate in that fancy car the night it sank. His car was a dented jeep…
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99822
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A likeness borne in silk, rich contours of canvas giving life to the seascape.
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99820
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Bring me your poor, your tired, your hungry
anyone skilled at evading highway tolls
Bring me your escape artists dangling upside down
in a straight-jacket from the sides of tall buildings
Don’t let them starve in the prisons of the world
Bri
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99800
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Petroleum products leaked from her shattered hull, still stinking of a battle its leaders not only lost, but forfeited.
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99832
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99832
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About four in the afternoon
a pigeon began admiring itself
in the shiny panel of a car door
until another pigeon came along
and it quit acting foolish.
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99832
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Questions unanswered proliferate/
across the April sky, blue//
with wisps of cirrus white.
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99700
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Slowly
slowly
the veil is lifted
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99700
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Dave Sharpe silently pulled his desk chair out of its nook that was conveniently placed underneath his desk. He took a deep breath as he slowly took his place in the seat and nudged it into a perfect…
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99740
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laying with you, thinking with you, breathing with you
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99730
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there are nights when you're all alonein the darkwhere the only lightis the glow of the computer screenand words can't seem the scratchthe surface of your skulland bit by bitthe sentences, phrases, and lettersattached to your synapsesdrownin your subconscious
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99700
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The paper
in his typewriter
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