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“Have the tomatoes come in yet?”“Dottie…”Mrs. Dorothea Tilden pointed a trembling finger at Harriet.“You promised me tomatoes, Harry.”Harriet put her hands on her hips, a stance Dorothea knew well. One more sharp word meant fight; two…
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78621
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He wore a jacket with just
a letter; by this conspicuous reserve
he hoped to show the others it didn’t matter what you did
last year, only who you hit in the here and now, and how hard.
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78621
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The light on his face from a lamp
Felt hat with a black band
Scrunched down
The nose creating a strong shadow
With dark, straight eyebrows under the hat
Red and orange beard
Leaning forward at the café table, watching
A damp curl of ha
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78670
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Back in college I had carnal knowledge
of a woman who danced bare-breasted
and frenzied as a Bacchante.
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78640
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With his toga thrown over one shoulder because it was so hot out which has led to various and sundry theories of the naked centurions riding on horses in this manner through some unimaginable desert on a long march or even along the banks…
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We were in the car and I just learned to drive and we were in the freeway running at a hundred miles per hour, and after a while we found ourselves in the center lane behind a slow-moving truck filled with small pumpkins...
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Uber Rich
Spongecake
Caca Mimi and the Autre Merdes
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78430
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And now that they are gone
she channels the scriptures of love
between a father and a mother
And the men are free to wander
wherever a spirit will wander
bound now by nothing at all
bound only by their former loves
in life, as if they s
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78422
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We were always blowing stale enough air into each other's faces from the smallest roundest tables available looking at each other sideways at the same sad time as the puppet show…
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While searching for wildflowers along an old logging path bordering a ravine, I heard voices. “Damn, Clete. Where are we?” “I think you didn't make the goddamn turn, Mert, you idiot.” I looked over the edge of the ravine beside my path.…
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Stop talking the phone is asleep. /
It is a resting wounded animal. /
It is old and made of machines.
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78220
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I send pronouns on walkabouts to where there are only planes and light
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78100
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I have come to refuse setting sail /
to islands whose inhabitants are /
sweet-talking cannibals...
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78111
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Pope Leo XIII endorsed a cocaine-based drink and at the age of 90 sat in on a session with a castrato that is still available on CD.
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78140
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When bees die they die
with their wings straight out
They die of natural causes
and their tiny bodies are bent
as though landing on
a flower
Their wings seem
too big for them
and they lie scattered
about the floor, tilted
in dead p
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Death is both alien and intimate to us; neither wholly strange nor purely one's own.
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78011
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Guilt is a full-time job
Without benefits
No vacations
No coffee breaks
No free lunch
No maternity leave
No paternity leave
All you get is the ability to be
Paralyzed with guilt
You will freeze in the night
Without a blanket
Becaus
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What we did was walk in on an amazing starfish convention, everyone lazing about, softly frozen against the timeless drooling currents like strange looking wind socks washing up and down with the sun. I am empty, hear me roar in blubbery bluster and…
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I saw two men trying to help a pigeon with a run-over wing in London,
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#bitch -- #bitchedybitchedyBITCHBITCHBITCH ;)
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Interviewer: So, you walk on water, right? How is that possible?
Jesus Lizard: Well, I only run on water, and upright on my hind legs. Haha, if I tried just walking on water I’d sink quicker than St. Peter!
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Newton Foster was charged with disorderly conduct for biting a dog known as Shoo Shoo Baby owned by Lula Scroggins.
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77621
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There had been a whore house at the spot for a century, since the cowboys drove cattle up the Chisolm Trail to town, to be loaded onto boxcars bound for the Chicago stockyards.
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They left their great need behind
When they were taken out of the country.
They seem to live without thought of that blood.
They do not respond to anything that calls to it.
They seem shallow. They feed on image alone.
Blood does not shake the
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77631
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Way stronger than Starbucks turned out to be.
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77521
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Don’t think you can play
God with me
There are enough songs
To fill the heavens already
I don’t need you
Whispering in my ear
Gone virile, are you?
That’s what they used to say
About me too
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I wish
I had money
I would give it all to you
I would give you more than I could imagine
I would pull the fetus out of your heart
Between my two fingers
And glue us together
I would glue our faces together too
After putting in all my
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Seamus has the palsy now
who once was called another name.
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I didn't arrive at the Wicked Spoon every night in the same mood. Some nights I would arrive under the spell of a generous emptiness, what I like to call the euphoria of futility. Not exactly a state of bliss, but a dazed detachment in which everything is so pointlessly…
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