1950 11 7
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“Later,” I say to the frisky crickets, verbal cash of the eggnog spa, spot of gum…
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19501210
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I would love to believe
that this poem
might sell a poetry book
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19501612
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In all my marriage stories, I am both victim and hero.
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1950123
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The City Council supports this policy and, by necessity, ranks human slavery very low on the list of the city’s woes.
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194933
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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194900
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So, dear world, whose dearness I have never truly known, I bid you adieu.
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194899
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Frisbee dog. Stealth the cat. Read more. Cut toenails. Less wine. Bind the ties. Avoid mirrors. Divide water.
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194867
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The doorbell rang while Ron was masturbating.He closed his eyes tight. Tried to hold the image of Lori bent over the arm of the couch. No use. It was gone. Ron sighed, then levered the recliner down. Tied on the terry-cloth robe Lori had given him. He kicked aside an empty…
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194832
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Thanks to the popular funding platform Kickstarter, I am finally getting my life in order with the help of generous people like you. Dating in this economy, without a job, is surprisingly expensive.
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194842
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He (after learning of my former occupation as a record store owner): So, what is your favorite band of all time?
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1948239
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Fred, who by that point had already wanted to call Jimmy "Jim," talked a river. Jimmy, who had already called her Freddy, took a mojo bag from his back pants pocket and asked her to write something that he could put inside.
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19471613
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I shuddered. This is how we are chosen
by strange and silent hands.
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194777
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on the far shore, in the vineyards
timed charges explode like the sun catching on fire
it scares crows away from the grapes
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19471410
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I can never tell if he’s drunk or using some sort of substance or if perhaps his brain just doesn’t fire at the pace that we have come to accept as normal.
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194742
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I know I know how many times you want me to tell you I’m sorry, okay?
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194751
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I’ve never liked birds. There’s something smug about the way they look at us, we prisoners of gravity, something self-congratulatory in their songs. Maybe I’m just projecting my own feelings about being stuck on the ground, attributing attitudes t
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19461813
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But tonight the circus is dark. She is free to go to her lover, to embrace, to float in the night sky.
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19452613
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I greatly enjoyed imagining each wonton was one of my personal enemies and then biting it in half and pretending I could hear it screaming piteously as I chuckled and dragged out the chewing.
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194510
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"People just weren't getting it," he continued, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and hiccuping mildly. "It looks like it's time to UP the ANTE!"
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19442310
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The knife that precedes the bigger knife that precedes the spoon that precedes the flat fork, with stuff like that I'm all butterfingers, & even though he's never been to Italy except once to shoot a gun when the world was a great big jumble, he remembers all…
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194494
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You have been my woman’s lover now for
seven years, ever since your two souls met
at La Isla Negra.
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194300
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While I tried to work calmly, internally it was a non-Zen zone. I was experiencing a major adrenalin rush.
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19421715
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What you see us doing here is not so much, andall we are not being there isn't either. Our kissing mouths may not always be singing, but we are constantly praying for you, and for more rain or less rain, rivers as the situation warrants. Don't…
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1942199
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that day is my barking up and leaves falling down story, but in their elephant slowness it seemed no more than the regular run of the sun slightly disappearing here, and then maybe reappearing there, like a lost color, way over the horizon, or the…
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194252
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1942116
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Your opal eyesYour sea-blue eyesYour sky-blue eyesYour ice-blue eyesYour gray-blue eyes, your periwinklesYour hazel eyesYour violet eyes(almond-shaped and almost cubist)Your indigo eyesYour topaz eyes, your sunkissed lashesYour turtle-sundae eyes.I loved your black shiny…
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19412315
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I blame it all on evil humors. Something's leaking.
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194093
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I laugh too loud cause the world looks good that way and for a minute we both make funny sounds just to exercise our vocal cords and see how close we can come to the line without crossing.
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194000
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Alysia gritted her teeth, lifted her legs up, and stood straight. She took Reya’s arms with a gentle touch and unlatched them assuring that she was okay. She stood before Oryn with her wings stretched out gathering a wave of heat.
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194094
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When I was a boy, I always wondered if Dad were black. No one in our small town looked like Dad. He had the thick features of an Arab. If he let his hair grow, it piled up in messy loafs on his head. Of course, I never asked Dad about any of this. I wasn'
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