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She stared unbreakingly, confident, knowing; and talked so close to my face I felt cornered. But her voice was something, low and smooth.
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157677
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Tsunamis are quiet at first:
not one big wave but many
small injustices, so chaotic
all the pressing all the weight
of the noise, like a stone
holding you under.
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She remembered the feeling of weightlessness, of being lifted against gravity, the soft whoosh of tulle...
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He sits on a folded-over cardboard box, slightly off-balance and without any visible sign of support other than the granite wall of the bank behind him and the few coins in the paper cup he shakes at each passerby.
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One night the woman went down in the
basement, grabbed an electric drill, and let the voices out in eight places.
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157610
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Vito suddenly found himself wide awake. He was unable to recall having fallen asleep or dreaming or awakening. It seemed he'd just entered bed, yet a glance at the windows told him it was already the middle of the night.
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157554
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It is late at night and you lean / over me to make sure your alarm is set.
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1575157
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My mind has started to finish thoughts at 77 Words. These are just a few.
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1575159
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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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15751311
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Know what you’ll become? You’ll become one of those guys who masturbates in any single occupancy restroom that locks.
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People disappeared in the 70's—young girls, teenagers, they always said they ran away. Nobody really believed that the next-door neighbor was capable of that kind of horror. These two girls disappeared and the police had been digging up the farm of t
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I'm dying but that's not to say what you think it says. I've crossed the river of myself many, many times before and wandered to the shore, broken and drenched and full of the fever of dyingdreams. Each time was a kind of ritual mask, drying off the beat ofmy newly…
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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There's a man sitting in my room holding a jar of my ashes. That's what he claims.
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Did you take out the trash? Did you water the ficus? Did you cancel the cable? Did you take my black sweater? Did you tell the neighbors? Will you get the friends? What about the cat? Will you send me a Christmas card? Will I tear it up? Did you know…
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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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Purple not rain! I guess Prince left. It is said that Prince owned the aquifer under Jordan, Minnesota, and that he sold it but to whom? And moved to Canada—
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But there, up the street, just coming into the corner of the window, someone was in the middle of the road. Walking literally down the middle, dragging one leg like it was heavy or broken, carving a fat line next to the skinny one the good one made.
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I like the smoke going in
but I like it even more
when it's coming out
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157300
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Poppy de Witte was content to spend her summers in Cape Cod, where her family owned a small beach house considerably less stifling than their spacious apartment on Park Avenue.
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1573135
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The Fuddy-Duddy Writer does not do wit.
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The taste of / what is denied us is always sweet
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157386
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"Love, against the dying of the light." (An unusual story about George Whitman, former owner of the revered & beloved Shakespeare & Company bookstore in Paris, France.)
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157356
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Being a grandparent is most joyous when deliberately subversive.
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1573105
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In my choppings, I come across a tiny carrot amidst the baby carrots. The runt if you will.
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157264
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We lived in a white and mint green trailer in the woods. I was 23. The hanging of the clothes on the line made me feel kind of famous in the eyes of nature
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And you don't like much. No handholding or brand name sweaters. No phone calls late at night. This is not you. And you certainly don't go for kisses in the rain or cards from the grocery store with…
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Don't feed it to the dog, it has bones, it is a whole goddamn chicken in a can, and I can't stress that enough. Besides one year you gave me a toilet seat for Christmas. I couldn't even eat that Ky
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A team of reggae journalists played and an unknown man came after work for me in a kilt.
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