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194087
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His mouth is a flesh cave where a grizzly slumbers and winter is the blank page of my face.
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194010
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Daddy? Yes, hun. What do you think about life? Did you ask your mother? I'm asking you. (lowers newspaper) Well, (squinting eyes) life gives you so much pumpkin. ! and (like a whip) and..? (brows almost touching the hairline)…
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194083
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194064
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“I better go. My mom needs me at home,” she says. Soft. Smooth. Firm. Sweet. Maybe I’m pushing too hard. I kiss her on the cheek and she stiffens in response. My heart bleats.
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19401817
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"It's time to move the chair..."
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194021
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A pale face was illuminated by the street light. A voice rasped, “Charlie?”
“Do I know you?”
“It's Bill.”
The side of his little brother's thin face
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19391717
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The Cheese Maker's Son;
The Pretenders;
Train Whistles in the Wintertime
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1939128
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his perfect ivory
voice telling me
i brush too hard.
…as if he cared
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193972
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She did not know Robert’s skin was sliced and bruised from the twelve pound ball and chain locked to his ankle for sixteen hours that night.
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19392714
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will we become artifacts?
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19382517
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Whole frogs are/
too difficult.
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193886
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He winked at me and said Let’s get Harris and Klebold on these motherfuckers.
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193801
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I cannot remember what the celebration was for, but the baby was at its center. We passed him around, a sweet smiling boy about seven months old. The age when babies can sit but can't yet crawl and their thighs get plump.
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193832
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...and 55 words to tell you about it.
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193866
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"Absolutely. I get better at it all the time." he confidently replies. He reminds me that it was all her idea. They were online friends when she suggested it. "She loves it." he tells me again, but I think of her sad eyes as she walked upstairs to tend to
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193831
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In every word there is both music and history. Music from the way sounds come into union with each other, and history in how they get there. There is form too, sure, but I am not a calligrapher. I'm a scribbler if anything. And so my sentences look mo
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193800
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My father said that he had been ready for that journey for many days past and that he had asked often for the spirits to come and take him. He prayed to the god of the heavens and to the earth mother. He prayed for the three of us, and he prayed for the s
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193882
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My dad drove a Model A Roadster
and had a photo taken of him on a hunting trip up in Wisconsin
with one leather boot up on the running board
and a .22 caliber pistol in his hand
like Ernest Hemingway and Clark Gable rolled into one
My dad ro
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193754
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.... The sun tears through the windshield as if it were an six-foot wide magnifying glass and for a moment it feels to them both as if they are in a manipulated universe of fire and ice, storm and heaven, as it does when the skies crack and spread open a
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193762
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her heart just nodded knowingly
....yes, dear
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193764
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On the Shore, Tel Aviv, Winter 1974
From the Songs of Crazy Dolores
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1937136
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You are a boy with a birthday bike smiling like our son, standing in a photograph surrounded by other sons, who turn rocks over and over, who keep snakes in plastic bread bags, who find the bones of something wild in the woods. You smile that way still.
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193684
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... we both know how we go to fresh air like fish, gasping.
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1936122
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Frankie married me during my theory stage. I hadn’t known her long.
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193662
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193673
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Everyone runs to the plane but me. I get the last seat (middle of 5), crush men’s bags on my way. I’m white & female. They glare.
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193676
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85% extra dark cocoa:/biting into bitter darkness
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19361614
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The psychiatrist was a man who clearly meant to calm his patients, the students. You could tell by his sweater and his neatly combed, plumy hair and the wire-rim glasses he wore. But he was not good at his job. You could tell this by how bad he was at cal
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193663
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"Hattie? What are you doing?" Bosley asked, the quaver in his voice an indication of an impending erection.
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