1953 6 3
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Cap'n Pepper tries and tries but Old Salty is never happy.
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1953101
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Do you want an ass mi Nina Bonita? I buy you jeans that work like a Miracle Bra for your behind.
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1953153
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He stopped the shower and recounted his life, now Kin-less and plain.
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1953164
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Somewhere along tomorrow, I will forget I have the right to do this.
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195350
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Besides, that might have been the area of his birth, and if so, Jacob was now the director, priest, pallbearer, driver, and custodian of a hometown funeral
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1953116
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You haven't lived until she dances just for you ..
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1952134
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--How's the wriiting business? How about that thing you' was workin' on..."Gawain's Green Nights?"
--Yeah, well, I'm kind of off the soft-core...
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1952117
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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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1952105
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The waters rose / on the earth
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1951144
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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195174
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She began guiding Penny’s arms, whispering movements through her body. Memory and experience sang through every fiber of their being. The song had become her life.
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195162
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No, she hated the vain, overweight, pathetic, glass-of-merlot-a-day, SUV piloting, Carmen-cell-phone-ring-toned, housewives and consumer sluts that charged through the store like starving hyenas through the fallen, decaying, putrid, corpses of a plague-ri
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19512713
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This is not a story you expect to end at Cape Horn.
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1951209
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My mother’s old china no longer reflects. It’s value is now estimated as drywall.
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195131
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You never knew How to express What you didn't know You felt With your words You picked on You taunted You destroyed Did it help To feel yourself Did it work To disparage Those who were Innocent and young Blameless For living …
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19513626
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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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19511614
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Snow sheeted on the river...
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1950105
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I scare my daughter when she sleeps because she thinks I'm going to kill her.
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195000
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Casting nets like Jesus to a metaphor sea
Admittedly as weak as me
But I need the hike,
Like we still like Ike
To tell us about the Military Industrial Complex
Though he never told us what came next
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19501911
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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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195066
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Driving up to the Palisades after 9/11 for a meteor shower
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19501010
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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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19501613
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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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195020
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One day they will take what remains of my eyes so someone else can use them to see beauty, someone who will value them more than I have, someone who will be strong enough to keep them pointed away from ugly things.
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19491611
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Poor souls. Likely they'll be poets.
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194933
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A joust. A tournament. A playing field. ¶ Hmm . . .
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1949126
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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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19491311
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She sits and waitsOn a chair that is hardWith a neck that hurtsAnd an eyeball that stings.She sitsSo stiffOn a chair that is hardWith a neck that hurtsAnd an eyeball that stings.She sitsAnd the hand on her lapHas a joint that cracksWith a neck that hurtsAnd an eyeball that…
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1949128
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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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1949137
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