2129 2 1
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The barista with the fake rainbow nails and amazing cleft. . . .
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We are not alone, not as alone as we think.
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2128 2 1
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If the photographs made sounds, they would rumble like static from an impending thunderstorm, pressed between the pages of a yellowing dictionary. Compressed sound, searching for the proper words.
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2128 4 2
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Though she is looking at me, I sense she is seeing someone else. Somewhere else. Maybe a long time ago. Her hair looks like cotton and a silk scarf is draped elegantly across her frail shoulders. Plum lipstick outlines lips almost vanished with age.
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Whenever talk dies, or darkness gathers too closely around the breakfast table, everyone knows the list of ritual activities we can brightly suggest to skip the day forward.
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Can you see me dying? 'Not quite',
Said Mummy, 'because it happens
Very slowly all the time.
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It would wander the hallways after the 3:45 bell, after the last class, after the students had all disappeared with the homework they'd never finish, the papers they'd forget to write, after Nate the janitor pushed his broom through the endless doorways,
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2127 18 9
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I don’t name the dog but the fish requires a name. Animals that do not get eaten must be named. The dog is still on the menu.
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His hands were like that when he was born. No one really understood why. Neither of his parents had any body parts made of oats. Neither of them had even eaten any oats the morning the conception took place. But sure enough, when Edwin MacGrain was born o
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She could live there forever, in that smokey memory...
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A woman with spirit appeals to men who fish because she is still alive.
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2126 3 1
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"I would physically — not metaphorically, mind you — make love to that avocado..."
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2126 17 6
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Every time I read a great line by another writer, I feel fear.
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He understood that people no longer read or thought deeply about things but continued to write anyway. He understood that Einstein's theory of relativity was proved correct during the world's longest eclipse of May 29, 1919 when photos of the Hyades star cluster…
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2125 3 2
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But Jana insisted to see this miracle, this antidote for the mundanity of existence.
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for the rush of longing
and brush with flight
that is her imagination
will surely lift her above the traffic
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2125 2 0
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Whenever I hear Adam Sandler's song, “My Piece of Shit Car”, it brings back memories. Notice I don't say fond memories. It brings me back just like the really bad backwash regurgitation flavor…
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2125 28 12
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She remembered the feeling of weightlessness, of being lifted against gravity, the soft whoosh of tulle...
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2125 10 9
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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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2125 3 2
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Knowing this is too long for here I won't be crushed or enraged if no one has the time to read it. Also, it's not fiction.
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He rounds his back to stretch again, circles his arms like a ballerina, settles into the couch cushion behind him. “We made plans. Real plans. New York City. Live like bohemians. Fuck like chinchillas.”
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A boy stalks three deer across an open field.
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It was Gatlinburg in mid July
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Ancient erections loom aloft
ringed by decades
centuries for some
in gnarled scabs of pine.
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2123 2 1
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The dump smelled of the chaos of creation, of rusting metal and burned glass, chemicals and rancid rainwater, wet cardboard and rotting wood, paint slaking off clapboards and drums.
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2123 6 2
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I pasted a sample paragraph of my writing on the website 'Who do you write like?'.
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Mama's good at finding things, but hardly ever what she's looking for.
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2122 9 3
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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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2122 2 1
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The tapping of hard soles moves slowly but forcefully away from the front door and toward the kitchen. Johnny looks at his dinosaur as if its spiked tail and plates of armor will protect him. Clip clop. Clip clop. The footsteps circle the kitchen. The bac
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I lean forward and take her two hands in mine. I look into her eyes. “It’s you and only you,” I say. She starts to cry.
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