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A boy stalks three deer across an open field.
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They ask about WWII and he claims no kills...
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I took 7 Beatle Song Titles and Made 7 Darryl Poems Out of Them"Some musicians heal ethnic groups. Some musicians heal nations. The Beatles healed an entire planet."--Joe Queenan"There was adventure,knowingness,love,and abundant charm.From any angle,they are the…
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"Make a wish," she whispered.
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Millie was a good woman, Bobby said. A good Christian woman. Well, I said, you can’t hold that against her.
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We were young, she said, it was all in front of us. We should never have settled for this.
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The abandoned body got up and left the room. It was just in time to greet his wife and daughter, who were just coming in the front door.
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The kitchen I snuck out of seventeen years before kept fading to black and white, with this layer of something between me and them.
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He shows me how lift the windshield wipers up, clean under them, put them down and I follow him around, watch him slap the sham over the van, pull it away, slap again. I do the same, stop every few minutes like Daddy does, hold it out, twist, wring the sh
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While Erik rubs my back, I fall asleep. I'm not lying on my bed in Florida - I'm face down on the pavement outside Brooklyn Pharmacy. And it's not Erik's hand smoothing oil of cassis into my skin, but that Officer Green's meaty one gripping me . . .
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I wanted to watch, for as long as I could, until my innocence, like balloons, disappeared from view.
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If, for just a crystal moment, you will submit to being a dove...
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1.Oh yes, I'm just kicking around in the leftover moon dust you could say I'm certainly not waiting around for your satellite feed anymore certainly never ever hoping to see if your free falling hair strands still look…
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On the Shore, Tel Aviv, Winter 1974
From the Songs of Crazy Dolores
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Since the divorce had gone final, the matter settled once and for all, he’d taken to a masochistic bingo of sorts.
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The day after falling in love,
I became unmoored from everything familiar.
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In reenactments of the pressing to death of Giles Corey, Walter’s friends stacked pillows onto his chest while he defied his inquisitors.
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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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If there was a God he was deaf in both ears, blind in both eyes and dumb.
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Somewhere along the line he had also become a junkie, so he had a plastic bottle filled with methadone. I took a swig of that as we decided to jump in a cab and go to a dance club. It was a total shit-hole...
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We are not alone, not as alone as we think.
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The man with the truncheon emerged at the monorail car's forward connecting doorway. One moment the space was vacant, a faux metal canvas for the dazzling sunlight streaming through a grime-encrusted window. When next Theseus Harrow looked up from his seat the dark-suited…
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The barista with the fake rainbow nails and amazing cleft. . . .
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Poor Daniel gets the ultimate trick played on him by nature when he encounters a bear for this April Fool's Day Challenge story.
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“Why is it so warm? Do you feel that? I think it’s...pulsing.”
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His movements were slowed by the metaphysical force of his own passing recollections, and he brushed from his face the silt he'd distrurbed on this forced descent.
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The nightmares started in the seventh month. I have always been a deep sleeper and one of the things that comes with that facility is an inability to extricate oneself from nightmares.
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Sometimes he made us punch pillows. "Harder!" the shrink would yell.
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----- Original Message ----- From :< brokengopher@hotmail.com> to: Sent: Friday, January 19, 2007 9:15 PM Subject: The Bob Fosse Dream Dawn, Last night I had this dream that I was going through Bob Fosse's things. NowI don't know…
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