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no one else comes in my back door but you
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20871715
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When you prime tobacco the old way . . .
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2087117
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When I got out I didn't buy a new suit of clothes, step into a bar, or bargain for an hour with a whore.
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208700
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They got out wearing their crisp brown Army jackets and khaki pants; she saw the cross on the lapel of the officer's shirt and just knew. These men brought sad news from faraway places.
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2087116
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Down South now means August cold snap,
the forties roaring my wool cap
off my head.
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20871313
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Talking about a Friend Over a Cup or Two of Coffee “Their first fight was over school lunches. Free school lunches. She taught Kindergarten in a public special ed center for emotionally disturbed children. The…
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208701
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“I heard your dad took out the Dairy Queen drive-thru,” said Pat.
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208721
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When I glance at the bedside clock I realize that we have been making love in one way or another for nearly three hours now. I am filled with a certain secret smugness that I am still going strong. It has been a long time since I’ve done anything quite li
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2087128
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Two-way conversation with God.
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208696
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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208676
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His toenails were so long they curled under and into the black leathery pads of his feet. They lightly clacked on our linoleum, tap shoes made of thick petrified roots. He didn't seem to mind.
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20862010
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208655
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It seems the people of this house were a happy family – The smiling faces, the children’s enthusiasm tells me as much. I wonder what happened to them.
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208673
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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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208693
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2086114
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I sink until water saturates my lashes, waiting, breathless, for the words to stop.
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208522
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Sloe Gin Fizz is pink
Bombay Gin comes in blue
I’m sitting here at Emerald’s
And all I can think of is –
you.
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208500
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On the other side of the world the Moon spun on its way.
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no one likes a bitchy cowboyhike up yer britchespull yer brim down'nshut up and ridestop making petsout of peevesand idolsout of gossipinsteadmake a hobbyout of yer horseand fer godsakesseason that saddle
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208542
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When you finally got blood from the hard stick
You spotted the backflash of red
And said Thank God. The woman’s legs and arms
Were everywhere, and you were in the middle
Holding her down with one hand while wielding
A butterfly in the other. You stuc
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2085189
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In my innocence and young mind, I thought that kiss would mean that someday we would get married
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208430
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I was crouched under a bruise-purple sky on a field of battle. I held a World War I-era weapon, an ancient black-iron spear with a spring, and I was told to load balloons onto it without popping them, and then I was to fire the balloons at some unnamed ta
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208411
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My wife and I were sitting at the bar at Brennan’s down on 4th Street one night, drinking too much without eating. Geary had convinced us to come down there with him, for two reasons. One, to give us the lowdown on where to stay and what to do in New Yo
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208411
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. . . hands before your face, heart without blood . . .
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208461
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To my right, blank stares interchange with closed eyelids on an unkempt face. The minutes drip into the endless sea of night outside the window, each time creating a deeper blackness.
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208466
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Everyday the buildings seem to be getting taller and taller.
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208473
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Already, I can see that, whenever Harold moves, some of his soul escapes, like an accidental exhalation, like breath on powder.
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2083105
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"She has a lot of time to think these days. What else is a woman to do with the rest of her life?"
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...I grew up in a provincial town which at the time had no bookstore and no library — no library even at school...
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