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A thrum of imminent sentience-
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106494
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106485
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The next/
may be the lucky one,/
undiscovered all these years.
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106365
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It was the early 80's My students carried / guns.
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106355
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for Melissa together today. I like that feeling. I want to pound a piano into the ground just for you. To your warmest heartbeat I raise my glass. Thank you. It doesn't really matter if they think that's a velvety Elvis…
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106351
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I awoke sweating like a Mormon at an anti-bigamy conference.
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106354
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106320
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“Hey, come on and sit down,” Jake motioned to her.
It was three in the morning and after way too many gins the last thing Melisa wanted to do on New Year’s Eve was to chat with her ex-boyfriend. In fact if she had known he was goin
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106310
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Some things are said.
Others, never.
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10631310
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By the end of my Saturday night shift at the Oyster Bar I look like some kind of filthy nurse
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106322
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Eager to please the guards, doctors and preachers
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106300
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The fluorescents above a constant hum. A hymn. The child lay on the bed as the parents worriedly hovered. Fretted and dreaded. Tubes and wires led from the broken body to machines and computers that fed and cataloged every minute detail occurring in the collapsing system.…
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106333
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Then there was the time I splurged, hoping a higher-priced phone might keep me from slamming it against the wall.
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106332
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I dream empty, the wind blowing benzene blue. Shards of glass. Barbed wire. Bricks crushing flame into notions gone quick, never painless. Is it my blood? In my eyes. On my hands. Is it for you? I'm not sure where I'm walking here. Walking towards what from. Is it…
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106242
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It was Saturday morning."The coffee maker is not ready yet," said one of the old men. Like the present company, his form was swollen with mismatched layers of cold weather wear.It was a white room with a dozen men, three couches, and a large screen television flickering…
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106221
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Owen had never seen his boyfriend cry, but while he was in the bathroom having a cigarette through the open window, he heard Devin sniffling and coughing back tears. A bit shocked, he decided not to confront Devin or acknowledge that he had heard. Italian men could be…
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106221
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They called him Hank. We piled in a car and drove up from Irvine to his little bungalow apartment on DeLongpre near Hollywood Blvd. for a collating party for this Mag he started with Neely called “Laugh Literary and Man the Humping Guns.” No shit, that wa
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106282
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A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs.
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106241
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Shame must search the soul, broken, original, with its primitive juices stirred. Moved until now only by the musk, only the stroll you lived with, the worry, the sorrow, the drama – may I never conceal or recover from it!
Yes, I might beg or steal the
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106275
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“Look them straight in the eye, keep your mouth shut unless spoken to, and make no sudden moves.”
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106143
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And what is it I’m supposed to do
With all this unsolicited advice?
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106144
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A short sonnet for my sweetheart's birthday.
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106101
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I fuck myself. I say never three times. There is a movie in this movie in this. I say hello. Fish are named after capitals of invisible cities. I say so. There is a movie in this movie in. I say flush for a dumpster. The sound of a sound never made. I say equations for…
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106121
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Stealing time. Always gambling. I used to wake up with wet eyes; remnants of nights and days spent in places I never wanted to leave. I took to insomnia to escape the dreams that reminded me of places I could never return to.Now I sleep here. When I can.
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106123
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In the beginning there was salt.
God licked the salt and said it was
Good. Then there was light.
And then chocolate.
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106011
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Like Smart’s cat Jeoffrey,
he’s a mixture of gravity and waggery.
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106011
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The tuna fish sandwiches were laid out the way they had always been; they were cut into triangles, with wet paper towels between them. They stayed that way over an hour, untouched, aside from a dimple the size of my cousins finger to test the softness. …
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106000
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The hospital was a welcome relief. A short ambulance ride, a nice man holding your arm in a make-shift tourniquet, the red sirens flashing and screeching. Then you were…
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106084
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Back then he raced, grinding gears and skimming the edges of death.
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The space they are in is years long.
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