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The barista with the fake rainbow nails and amazing cleft. . . .
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"I would physically — not metaphorically, mind you — make love to that avocado..."
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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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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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for the rush of longing
and brush with flight
that is her imagination
will surely lift her above the traffic
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We are not alone, not as alone as we think.
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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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Every time I read a great line by another writer, I feel fear.
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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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The child could hear frogs chorusing outside and she wanted to listen only to that. Inside her grandfather gasped for air and she tried to keep her eyes normal as he smiled at her and put the mask back on. She did not want him to see how much she felt like running…
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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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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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She could live there forever, in that smokey memory...
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A boy stalks three deer across an open field.
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A woman with spirit appeals to men who fish because she is still alive.
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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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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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Ancient erections loom aloft
ringed by decades
centuries for some
in gnarled scabs of pine.
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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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I had the distinct feeling she was telepathic. As that thought crossed my mind, she smiled broadly and returned my quizzical stare. It caught me off guard, wasn't what I expected.
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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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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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Luther Mishmash stood numbly in the yard, dumbly staring at the soiled pair of underpants flapping lazily in the breeze on the wash line. Grandpa had wet himself again. Tomorrow, at school, he knew he’d hear about it. Luther wasn’t sure which was more
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But Jana insisted to see this miracle, this antidote for the mundanity of existence.
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We sat all in a muffledlittle line up, on theconcrete lips of tomorrow'ssleepy chin, like all the world's good little children should, as the paradelimped itself slowly by, slapping itself against the young day'sexcitement like a damaged flattire, trying its…
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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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Emi was cheerful and nice towards her classmates. It was like she saw a different person last night. Emi’s pupil-less red eyes frightened her, and the spell that she cast on her, that bump on the head still lingered.
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She remembered the feeling of weightlessness, of being lifted against gravity, the soft whoosh of tulle...
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It was Gatlinburg in mid July
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I pasted a sample paragraph of my writing on the website 'Who do you write like?'.
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