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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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85154
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85011
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Like the absence of a screw
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84900
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I care little for innocence. I prefer the breath of dragons to the silhouettes of apes.
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848196
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I realize I am standing with my hands on my naked hips, my panties and shorts are clumped around my left ankle.
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84751
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Prologue Late at night, an old man named Drevin Philpott stands on the deck of a cruise ship, looking out at the sea. The man is hunched and very small. His arms and legs are thin and he's got a bowling ball for a gut. He's standing on a chair so he can…
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84700
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Every other year or so, a high school senior
would go and climb the thing, and paint something
vapid, jejune, as the spinster English teacher would say.
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84753
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Underneath the fence she picked strawberriesThey were nickle sizedand some were red, some were green and some with a littleof both/in between They came up from the ground in little patchesand sweetness could be smelled on the windAs the cloud cover came…
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84745
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Friday night, 80s halcyon,a memory of October bowling.The suburban lanes loudwith kids and kinetic releaseof balls slamming on maple.I have no footwork, no senseof release, fingers sweatyin the grips, resin droppingwith a hollow boomfollowed by derision from more adept…
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84600
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You thought you dated wild girls? They were tame compared to how I turned out. Ever hear of the Chicago motorcycle club called the Hell's ___? (Chicago's watered down version of the Hell's Angels, but we did party with some of them, and the Outlaws, onc
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84600
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i sat in the car for a while
/ even after i arrived at the house
/ facing the garden with my headlights on
/ casting on it a dreary sort of fantasy
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84610
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He lives a simple life, the docks, an occasional woman of questionable morals and brewskis.
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84610
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Man wolfing banana in his car on University Place
Chinese girl walks by
and his head follows her all the way
until his head is twisted 180 degrees
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84500
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the rails we use when we get tired of
unraveling the ways
their read red lips
kill the explanation
we amp we vamp
Hell's steep hallucination
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84444
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I threw my cards on the table. The jerk was playing his classical records again. I could hear that lousy music a mile away and he was the kind of kid that makes your skin crawl. But he had a CD sound system and it was up loud this time so that the house
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84410
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Fingers amaze me. They uncoil from a fist into a star of infinite capacity.
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84400
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“Hey Jimmy,” we’d shout at the bartender, whose real name was Bill, but who acquired his nomme de biere with the fixtures when he bought the joint.
“What?” he’d reply in monosyllables in order to keep his overhead down.
“What does a woman want?”
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844126
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In the desert, among mauve flowers growing feverishly in the ochre sand, a bone, completely bare. Without underwear, without a shirt, nothing. White as a small cemetery ghost, eroded with age, the weather, the vicissitudes of life. It was a femur. I put it on my desk to…
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84300
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Everybody makes a big deal outta Black Friday, but it’s the next day that’s more important to America’s economists. I mean home economists, like my mom.
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84241
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My father pressed on,/
deliberate and calm,/
waiting for the ambulance
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84132
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I do not want to know what it looks like when a society walks off a cliff's edge,
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84142
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"Polio?" people wondered. They asked: "Is that contagious?" Nobody knew. It was 1953. The epidemic raged on. Children in some towns were being made to stay indoors during the polio season for fear that the disease was airborne. It was putting an unnatura
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84121
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It's the dead of midnight, and Orion wheels round- With passing road-streams as its parallax, cars More distant from us, as the next one's windows Blocks the view of riders free from traffic lanes; I Am not your window. As you glide, or go to…
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84031
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—Francesco, did you come to bed last night?
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83900
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In Quiapo Church, Manila, /
I crossed the aisle between pews on my knees, //
along with old men and women /
with desperate wishes, like myself
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83910
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It's just me.An October afternoon.Ocean and Ocean and Ocean. if you keep looking, down the coastthere is fog.Only fog and me and sea.I imagine him before I see him.Slow walk just above the water line, the fog catching up behind him,fantastical cape.The rational…
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83911
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A survey by “You & Your Wedding” magazine has determined that one in five British brides now requires her bridesmaids to sign contracts regulating their behavior and appearance.
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83811
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I shall go with german rules of capitalization in titles today.
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83810
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Our love used to be so artless, /
unstained by a knowingness /
that perceives time in minutes
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83800
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There’s no greater reward than the plaudients
you get from a tough female audience.
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