1972 3 1
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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1972116
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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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197200
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At night, on these New England roads, there is no light, no pink sodium-vapor glow, no guideposts.
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1971149
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i stained his hockey sheets
right over the red wings
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19712320
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There's always a sound, something triggering the fear.
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197141
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Approaching the kitchen from the foyer the reverb lessened until heel and floor where flint on flint. No spark was made.
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1971117
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He was her summer fling, the first cock to crow when the sun rose over her tequila smile.
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1971116
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You haven't lived until she dances just for you ..
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19701611
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Poor souls. Likely they'll be poets.
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1970123
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....sees the beginning of a new day through the closed shutters, hears the guard washing up at the sink, feels the beginning of a cry in his throat.
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1970206
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The book has known many women’s hands, something erotic and frequently checked out from our local library. Its cover depicts a man and a woman, both with improbable if not impossible bodies. I believe the term is bodice-ripper.
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197010
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I am wearing stolen socks. Not because I haven't any of my own, and not because they are an exact fit. Only because they soothe my emptiness inside.
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197073
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“There are no inhibitions in here,” the postman shouted, gesturing at the dance floor with his Marlboro Light, the glowing tip aimed at a woman in a taut skirt. Leaning far forward, her hands nearly touching the plywood floor, she planted her feet and beg
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196999
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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19691911
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No snippet to see, here. The piece is so short a snippet would be the whole thing.
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196955
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19691313
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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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19691010
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Bob’s thoughts drift back to bird, the solitary creature in the field, dignified, unhurried, waiting. Bob wonders where he goes; surely he will move on when spring gives way to summer.
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19691613
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I am a purveyor of leeches. All my
friends are purveyors of leeches.
We meet weekly to compare our wares.
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1969148
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once she went to quenchthen she went to scrubnow she collects dead toadsgrinds them with cornmeal to feed her sowsonce she ploughed the land toiled with her face deep in dark soil her back burning in hot sunnow she works in the paper millmaking laminated labels for the…
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1968126
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We go in gently at first, skimming over the first few swells and dropping speed, but then we pitch hard, tail over. The windshield holds. I think of Lily. I think of the baby. And I see my life.
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19682410
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One sunny morning, a big-bellied ball of yellow fur surveyed a yard full of prospective adopters and ran straight to one.
She’d been chosen.
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1968128
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The blue Victorian at 1145 White Street shifts in its foundation, creaks, and settles in for the night. The girls are bundled into their beds. My wife, too, has gone to sleep. I’m alone in the kitchen, steeping chamomile tea, coughing phlegm into the wr
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1968153
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He stopped the shower and recounted his life, now Kin-less and plain.
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19683626
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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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196763
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At night, instead of sleep, there were new and secret pleasures. Half-awake lessons in dexterity, in the limber material of human life.
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1967105
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I scare my daughter when she sleeps because she thinks I'm going to kill her.
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19672912
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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196763
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Cap'n Pepper tries and tries but Old Salty is never happy.
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1967209
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My mother’s old china no longer reflects. It’s value is now estimated as drywall.
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