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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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I wonder, just a thought
Who even dreamt to
Teach a pig Latin?
And why a starfish
Mirrors the stars
We do not know
There’s a whole lot
To wonder about
Like, I don’t know
How about Cloud 9?
I want to know what happened
On Cloud
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I was bleeding from the soul
It took its toll
I fell all the way down in a hole
I saw some burning coal
I didn’t know where the hell I was
Or what went wrong
As I sang some unholy song
Where I did not belong
There was a frozen carcas
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She darted out of her shadow, deftly she maneuvers through the tables and chairs and their eyes follow her.
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amphibians returning to the scene of the crime
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I appreciated the abject abyss / of my blue bowl / this morning and made up my mind / to measure how many times / I stared down / the dismal, damp / drain for the day.
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Wake me up on payday
Don’t throw in the towel
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The soiled concrete sings to me a symphony. /
I try to place my ear on it but a millipede /
enters my brain and consumes it: /
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what i will always remember of you is of that singular sunday / when a black lock of hair brushed against your cheek
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This caused a problem when some raccoons, skunks and a fox were found lingering on and around the premises (separately, of course).
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Shhhh, my husband is trying to write...
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I am bound behind the bars of my own domesticity, /
by this banana, and pea soup, and wilted cabbage
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It's easier to sleep when the alarms don't go off
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Suddenly a Shakespearean sonnet, …
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The first time ever I saw your place
With furnishings of orange and blue--oo oo oo.
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Both of us agreed we needed to break up, and have some time apart before we ended up killing each other. Before Robbie left Chicago to begin classes out in California, he made a promise to me — that he intended one day to return and marry me.
He sai
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www.echapbook.com/fiction/ratch
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These frail things, swimming to shore, heads barely above the foam.
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Today is the audition for “The Bright Stream,” and I believe I am in tip-top shape to win the prize role–potato carrier! To train, I have been hauling rocks up the stairs to my apartment.
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In the evening when the sun sinks low and the baths gets drawna tall glass of milk sits slowly spoiling and sweating on the cracked white window sill. And the kids walk across the grass.The birds send out their last farewell notes They sail on the infinite breath of…
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Sometimes you get the upgrade you deserve.
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Yes keeps falling out of my mouth
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Though bleached white as snow,/
Eric Cantor’s teeth broke/
much as any others would
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The dog catcher appeared to be trolling the neighborhood in his doggy death van.
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She was nice. From the first sight, I already knew that. Someone will easily recognize her eyes. Her eyes are playful. I like game. “If you'd been told that you would die tomorrow, how'd you do?” She asked. I had no…
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Hi fellow writersThis is a proposed start of novel.Protagonist is Flor "the urchin"her grandfather, whom she hated when he was alive (and vice versa) is seeing her life from the void, he has died.Please offer any feedback or thoughts you may have, all are appreciated.Here…
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I remember one of my old high school intellectual friends introduced me to what he called a real wild blond girl named Sally or Marnie or something that summer of 1964. She was tall and blond and thin and looked like a model. Boys were usually afraid to
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#bitch -- #bitchedybitchedyBITCHBITCHBITCH ;)
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