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His birthday buddy was like a wife to him: they were born a day apart.
This was coordinated, he believe, in the womb. Well, to be more accurate, wombs. She was due two weeks earlier but waited; he two weeks later but cut his womb-time (as the kids call i
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Ma tells me not to put a tampon between my legs. For fear of cotton fornication.
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I ask for your patience with this form message, as it is part of a system that ensures
every submissive ex lover is considered separately, since I am involved in a lot of anonymous sex.
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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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I sink until water saturates my lashes, waiting, breathless, for the words to stop.
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Later that night, he lay his shivering children in his own bed, the bed that betrayed and abandoned him just a few years ago. It will protect them now.
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He runs a mail-order business from a storefront and distributes a catalog of disappeared things.
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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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The pizza was perfect, ingredients genuine, not artificial: crust charred slightly; cheese gooey; sauce steaming, requiring careful eating lest the mouth suffer burns. Such quality was becoming rare around town. The product in Manhattan, by and large,
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To make extra money, my father wrote music reviews for the Calgary Herald, and on Saturday nights, he went to hear the Symphony, or into recital halls to listen to the chamber music that was being performed around the city. He took me, once, to a performa
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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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The voices he hears are God and the Devil and he knows the difference. Therefore, he is not mentally ill.
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. . . hands before your face, heart without blood . . .
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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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“I heard your dad took out the Dairy Queen drive-thru,” said Pat.
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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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“There’s cheap land at Cudlee Creek perfect for breeding long-haired rabbits,” he added. “They can’t jump high so fencing costs are low.”
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Two-way conversation with God.
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...he thought often of the rollicking waves, of being pulled under, of being weightless and senseless...
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I watch my mother and my daughter, each wondering in her own quiet way about where this story will go next.
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Down South now means August cold snap,
the forties roaring my wool cap
off my head.
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Eventually, all the windows on the street went dark, each small house cloaking its occupants in a world unto itself, soundproofed and emotionally remote.
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Only the occasional kindness of a stranger,//
The curve of his back, a slope rushing past me,//
Is luminous, the coin pressed in my hand . . .////
And yes, I beg.////
I open my palm//
As Jesus did.//
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It’ll die in there and the stairwell’ll stink for weeks, Greg says in the car. We’re quiet, considering that.
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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You can’t take a chandelier on an emergency dash across a nuclear desert.
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... we both know how we go to fresh air like fish, gasping.
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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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Your voice is yearning,
Like a sad song on the radio,
A yarn spun to make hearts break.
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