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Call me anything but Ishmael.
Call me Enamel.
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90800
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This wasn’t my first time, ever, but it was ours. This wasn’t the life of a pigeon after sex, you know, sucking some soda pop off the pavement. This was real. This was me up there on your ceiling! And I’m not so fond of lightning either.
If you thou
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90843
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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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90886
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Death threats? Just another mumbling day in the world of Willy Gregg.
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90811
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90811
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Blobbing the safety tarmac with human glue
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90756
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Last night I dated the universe. What a hottie! I arrived on time and was feeling a bit spacey. Look at me, I said. I'm on time. Yeah, well, I invented time. I made sure you'd be here on time. Cool. Where do you want to go? Doesn't matter. Wherever we go I'm already…
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90731
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Who will plume the chicken?
Who tend
the little flower
of the soft person?
Who steal the pea out
from under the bank
while you’re holding it up?
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90743
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You tell its approach soon as veal resists both knife and fork, quick neutrinos land in internet ruby climes.
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90674
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The mud slicks at low tide were a mood.Thick gobs that smelled of fish, sulfur and claysalt and wild seaweed like fungusmoldy like left out fruityet it drew her closerto the shorelinecloser to feelingit between her toesthick, squirtsas her feet liftedlike a suction cupand…
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90622
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Hand shaking as she drinks from her cup,
talking non-stop on her cell phone.
Blue eyes, dirty blonde pigtails tied up with blue ribbons,
pink polka dot shoulder bag,
old pock-marks along her cheeks.
Having long discussions over the phone
wit
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906138
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Shhhh, my husband is trying to write...
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90642
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dreaming in my cartoon life
the car lifts its legs
a hundred feet in the air
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90521
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Green Ridge, Missouri features a horseshoe pit on the town square and not one but two full-time village idiots.
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90563
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The sky’s on fire with existence
When I’m around you
Your wandering kisses enter my soul
But your quiet beauty may be
What really carries you
It is like
Finding and touching the
Pearl of existence
To be near you
Was that your tattoo
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904106
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Gotta be jumpin'
gotta be hummin' some tune
even when I'm alone
I'm flirtin' with the moon
(back down below)
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90465
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tentacles of stringy rains opens up the stage antics for this common February day to the fidgety audience at hand but it appears that they just won't be able to grab on, not this time. The familiar grumpy wind with…
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90431
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“Price has gone up,” Jim said. His head and his body were still, like a deer’s when it hears something. “It’s three cents a bale now.”
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90420
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The story of the black pen drawing a dark hole
makes everything seem so elaborate and obscure.
Or even a seven-year-old leading police
on a wild car chase to avoid church.
Or naming a new band Fuchsia,
which looks like the beginning of an
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90420
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I remember telling you that I listened to country music. You surprised me with a whole tape that you recorded of all my favorites and I didn’t know how you figured them out, except that you must have snuck up beside my bedroom window at night.
And
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90320
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We are on Fox River and I am in the dark water swimming naked beside Rick DeMille with my white skin glowing as we come up behind you and Sharon in your dad’s ski boat sitting silent in the water, and I can hear Sharon whimpering, “Oh, Jesus! Jesus!” as
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90354
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At least the cephalopods on their planet manage to comport themselves with some dignity, as well as demonstrating some actual intellectual acumen.
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90321
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On October 14, 2009 Oriana Morosini appeared as the guest author on America’s most popular live television book show: The Author Answers
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90311
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'What now!' he thought, like a goddamn idiot, chiding himself like a fool giving himself a slap upside the head. 'Last thing I need is a shootout!'
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90331
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I saw this woman on a date at Denny’s
Friday night
With her 8-year-old son
No ring, vacant stare
Still pretty
But wolfing down
A stack of pancakes,
Looking around the restaurant
Occasionally
At a party of kids
From some church
Wh
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90320
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I discovered Ripple (by that fine winemaker Gallo) in a dusty “specials” bin at the back of a liquor store near skid row, off Maxwell Street, downtown Chicago. You may remember me bringing these bottles home with their screw-off caps. We drank tons
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90286
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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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90200
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What shall stain the page with metaphorical wisdom? Words fell short of intention, displaying only a faux interpretation of ultimate meaning. They drifted in and out, and he struggled to coerce their conformity to…
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90230
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so i slather cortizone on the bite marks of my experiences
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90233
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each to his / secret dream of the thing
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