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I’m Waiting

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All carcinoma/ would be hors d’oeuvres/ for its dark appetite.

The Tightrope Walker's Demonstration: Coming Out

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"Oh, abracadabra," she muttered.

Lost Love Poem

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Was that the door slamming?

For Carol Novack

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Touching one of these special stones will bring out your own unique song.

The Love Story of Me (non-fiction and should be disqualified)

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To find myself in a straight relationship which challenges my communications skills and tries my patience while improving my status among my peers and family.

Woman Life

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She remembered/Before the menses

dozen haiku more

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tonight's sky is full:/each lunatic to his moon/sings separate songs.

miranda

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When I was miranda and my mother Rose, ours was a skinless intimacy. miranda in Rose's womb, captured in an essence of love, anger, frustration, fear, the overwhelming stress of Rose's life heavy syrup that kept the bond between spirit and body weak and

So You Want to Write a Screenplay for a Children's Movie

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For starters, someone must be dead. That’s the golden rule to remember here. And if that someone is mom, you’ve got a hit on your hands.

Shluha Vokzal'naja (Train Station Whore)

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In my room is my младенец, I mean my little one. She is hungry, Sucking dry air. My молоко, that Says milk, is not good. I can’t make.

Broken Symmetry

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It was not until my twelfth birthday that I realised the face I saw in the mirror was not mine.

Proust's Moustache

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My brother and I had often debated whether we could get our father to shave his moustache off, just to see if his sophistication remained intact without it.

Wild Dreams of Reality, Chapter 1

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I became a fool for Adrienne Parker the first moment I set eyes on her. Whenever Parker walked into Oliveira's Cafe my breath would stop. I'd try turning away, then find my gaze locked on her face. Maybe it was her bare arms that I found so appealing

Queen Isabella Eats a Pineapple and Misses the Jews

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It was Christopher who got her thinking about the Jews again. He had left the same day they did, and so all were connected in her mind, as if together somehow. She read his letters half-wondering if he would mention them, wanting to know if the Jews were

Son of Goya

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I am not against the darkness / I can learn to live with restraint

How To Rescue A Drowning Man

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Maybe you should consider a few more things before embarking upon actual rescue, like: Is the victim hot? Not stove hot, idiot. Beauty hot. Will this be a triumph to save this person (like perhaps they are some Nobel laureate), or are you risking you

End of the World

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Dear End of the World. We're having a party. Stop by if you're in the neighborhood.

The Gunman and the Ape

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You marched in step from 9 to 5, kept perfect pace, pledged allegiance to enforced mediocrity, until the day they let you go—the day you knew that you were never Buddy Holly on their plane; just another passenger, brilliant but doomed.

Nothing

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Nobody goes over there cause that’s where the body was found. A little one. Half in and half out the water, waded up like paper.

Watermelon

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It was like the time we broke icicles dripping from the low eaves and brandished them like swords...

Letter to a Distant Friend

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My life is life in shape alone./ The substance leaks away like blood/ removed by the embalmer’s art.

Almonds

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"... you shake your head and look down as if I am a mongrel dog who has pissed the Tabriz..."

Red Can't Even Grab a Starbucks

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I see his look, his impatient look.

Done.

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you dug a hole inside my heart and asked me if it hurt

Coping Stones

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Cahill—Dr. Cahill to those who knew him in his small town in Maine—had decided that his screened porch should be relocated. Wouldn't it be better to winterize the current porch, adding a door at the far end which would lead to a new, smaller porch,…

Monet Clouds

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the slow stretches across the horizon

Brother

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My brother was the catcher, and we were having sex. I was waiting to be scared. In our act, he would swing upside down from the bar, hanging by his knees, his arms extended, and I would fly into his chalky grip.

Garden of Allah

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(after Joan Didion) (after Charles Dickens)The car is guttering and at first I do not hear him clearly. The antenna is broken and the wipers are loud. he comes in better when I'm off the freeway. “We must forget about material things.” …

3 Short Shorts

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When he tried to kiss her, she ran to the bathroom to throw up.

Where's the show?

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Henry noted the live hips rubbing against his and thought it cool. It was not often that parts of the female anatomy made contact with his own, still mutating, parts and so there was a brief thrill of the unknown spiking along his vertebrate, small explos