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The brown grackle chirps/
as she chomps a plump cricket-/
melodious meal.
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70121
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He was surrounded by bats and stalactites and skeletons greeted him and dead celebrities moaned and neon signs -- props from defunct game shows -- were hung up as far as the eye can see.
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7011710
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It is with great sadness I announce the passing of Ann Bogle on February 28, 2023 after a brief illness. Ann was longtime contributor and editor of these pages and a champion of small press and emerging writers.I knew Ann since the late 1970's when she was an undergraduate…
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70096
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Through feeling her life story,
I understood mine, more,
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70031
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As parents watched my skin grow paler, hair/
go raven, and demeanor change from pert/
to smiling calm, they started to complain.
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69900
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“Me–I am too old for help now,” says Askr Bakyv. “But perhaps it is not too late for them,” he says, pointing to his son and two daughters. “They are the future.”
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69910
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So what exactly does heaven look like? They asked.
He first found himself floating above clouds before witnessing
“transparent, shimmering beings arced across the sky,
leaving long, streamer-like lines behind them.”
An unknown female companion esc
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6991310
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The man who makes the noose
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69954
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Wheel turning, round and round again
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699105
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As far as I knew it was just an old man and his wife who lived in this house, but not really. I mean if you had seen what every person on that block had, you would have realized that many lived there, well many beings.
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69810
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[insert short snippet of text]
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69853
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Just like real life before poundsigns.
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69800
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Demeter's daughter comes to her when swings From green turf, all that keener hearth, whose brown Had been more mournful, in its nuptial's crown, Than all the transit buds that seed each Spring: When I, or we, say lateness brings recall, Of…
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69800
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Tonight, as I ate stale fries in the car, /
after getting back home, /
my seatbelt still around me, /
struggling to keep me in place,
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69777
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Gone are the bristles bristling.Embedded with memoriesof crevices that oncefought to hold the spinach or walnuts within.No more feeling the undulatingresponses as the velvety tonguewinces and curls asthe wine is scrapped away.Is it wine, as we stare, oris it blood.Ah, the…
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69733
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nothing. But it could be something. I don't know. We'd probably have to agree on at least one thing for it to turn around and face us. Then it would have to be named, set free. We could watch it fly away together. That's a portend to…
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69710
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The chorus is a melancholy enlightenment;
this is all I have, he thinks, the only
transcendence I’ll get out of this day.
I should seize it while I can.
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69710
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the bay was littered with corpses
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696105
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Fertile bodies eye/
the space you occupy,/
impatient for disappearance.
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69610
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I saw Sharon one more time, in the summer of 1969, when man first set foot on the moon. I met her at that nightclub over on Hwy. 83, near North Avenue in Elmhurst where everyone still hung out from high school. She came back to the basement at my parent
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69685
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I admit that, on Twitter, I have been trying to annoy Glenn Greenwald so much that he blocks me.
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69600
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Conveniently, the vistor had arrived when she was between tasks. It was still difficult for her to believe that it had occurred but she had the tangible proof there in front of her, within reach.
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69600
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My distinguished white-haired boss sat behind a table at the entrance of the building and gave me a forbidding look. You’re fired, he said. Get out.
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69560
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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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69410
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www.echapbook.com/fiction/ratch
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69420
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69400
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And there was one girl from Ireland, with her thick Irish brogue, who came into my bedroom early on the morning before my final exam for my Masters degree in the writing program at Irvine. She knew I was so nervous about taking the exam that I hadn’t sl
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69300
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“You know,” I said finally, “when I’m out in the waiting room, I get high blood pressure when you call my name.”
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69343
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—and the god presiding over all / a four-faced, double-Janused clock / its equal seconds clickt away / ticking us our steps and breaths . . .
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69355
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...he'd made a regrettable deal for Monkeydick long long ago, and the pain was deep, and it never went away.
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