961 7 5
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...a falling forward that is sometimes so material that you get a look at your shoes as you fall past them...
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96122
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I’m wearied with these tired Potemkin façades / these elaborate gates for alleys all blind / worn out with walking into dead ends each time.
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96143
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Thus does time fly and we with it.
Because time flies on the cosmic scale, curious things inevitably occur in local circumstances.
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96100
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-There are a lot of guys would pay cash money to be in his position.
-Biteman, do you mean homeless and no ID, or married to Zoë Bontemps for three years?
-Both. Biteman gave a loud chortle.
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96000
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I remember a painting of a young girl (this could have been me) who had just given birth. She was almost smiling while she slept. Her upper lip was violet with exhaustion. One hand left up behind her head where it was thrown during the exertion of birth
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96086
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By the time the oceans rise/
enough for Kansans to care about,
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96033
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Can you remember how we could each disappear completely. . . .
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96096
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We laugh at them, parading two-by-two, the elephants rolling tail to trunk across the makeshift gangplank, wide slats flexing under their sway. A pair of snakes contemplates gulping a pair of frogs and their clandestine movements stun a cricket and his mate. Birds squat…
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96052
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"Benny can't come over anymore."
I was 12.
Latchkey kid, but we didn't call it that.
Mom working in another town.
Dad working in another town.
My brother.
2.
My responsibility.
"Why? Why not?"
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95932
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I can hear my heart
in this empty field;
I feel it burn
against the wall of my chest.
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95941
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At home I cranked the oven and stuffed both pizzas in there
and when they were ready I ate every crumb of both pies.
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95943
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ride crests and troughs of ceaseless change, / without delight but without fear, / and once it’s time to leave, then simply go, /
without regret, with no unseemly fuss.
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95900
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Well I, for one, knew immediately what these great muffled sobs were coming from the parking lot behind our apartment complex. This stud named Clint was dumping one of his girlfriends, again. Exactly how many were there? Could have been a dozen, for all
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95944
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Is that who we are as a nation, or was that day an aberration?
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95951
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I sit in a small office amongst a huge pile of letters picking out individuals and arranging them on a big square made of something like paraffin
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958100
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I’ve previously tried the old-fashioned route to get my books reviewed, calling up editors, asking friends who work at newspapers and magazines to put in a good word for me, stalking . . . I mean, contacting freelancers.
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95874
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All along scared of the lovesickness finding me. I'm not proud of sending that sweet choir on its way without a kind word chopped into its begging cup. Who cares? I'm scared. The problem is this house; it's sad. I notice when someone floats…
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95898
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He felt sick at heart, as if he'd just been told he'd been fired from a job to which he'd devoted 60 years of his professional life. And for no good reason; the profession no longer existed. It had slipped into obsolescence, like blacksmithing at the beginning of the…
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95786
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Because I was not sure if the poet had said yearn or urine, I zoomed in on her mouth as she commanded the lectern...
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95730
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Days come and go. Faster through the years. Falling like Christmas tree needles, the longer the tree stands. The days will eventually end. Only one day a year is special. Even when we say we are too old to notice them, we do. We know they are there. Even when we…
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95720
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Andy was puzzled. “Why, then, does everyone say my heart is in the right place?”
“I think that’s just an expression,” Doc said. “It should not be taken literally.”
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95700
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Neverfull There are still things out there I haven't seen— a mere tadpole blindly clinging to the base of the pond. I reach for every star in the inkwell but none are close enough— even on toes tickling the edge you'll never…
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95775
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95600
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And this will be our testament
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95653
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I tried to drain the ocean
But only got a waterfall
I tried to drain the sky
But only got a thunderstorm
I got lightning
I got rain
I had to build a city
By blowing on the palm of my hand
The sands rose up
The dust blew away
And all
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95632
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This country needs a self-administered memoir veracity exam, like a home pregnancy test, that could weed out made-up memoirs before they hit the bookstores.
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95611
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I have the fear of comedy
I have the laughter of war
I have the need of a commando
To come sack and ransack us
Over and over again, O
I am a pillow, a rock, an ant
A soft Southern deer in the headlights
I have the mask of Anonymity
Lyi
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95620
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Suppose a bowl of mushroom soup.
A table and a chair.
A woman arguing against the uselessness of war.
A bomb ticking in a man’s groin.
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95660
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The absence sits on the window sillIt looks like the tree growing in front of itlimbs long and crookedwretched clocktime passes like torn silkShe sits at the mirror looking past thingsHer TV blasts the newsconfront the questionCovid -19 The vaccinationTrump is…
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95544
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Amused yet? It doesn't matter and that doesn't meananything. But eternity in hell is just another knifethey use to keep you looking in the wrong direction. We can have fun. Please don't let them break your heart like that. They do their jobs because they no…
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