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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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Marie shrugs. “Maybe she’s just late. Come on, let's wait by the jungle gym.” She runs over and starts climbing. The jungle gym is closest to the path that goes into the woods and down into the canyon. She has to get him into the woods somehow.
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...a blunt thrust of a face, uncongenial in profile, and the ubiquitous green cap that says John Deere, with the yellow ideogram of a deer for graduates of our local schools.
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The storm grew in might until it spawned the worst kind of tornado, an F-5 or Finger of God.
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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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“Dad’s a dick,” my sister said. I nodded. He threw $20 on the candy counter for one small bag of popcorn and told the girl to keep the change.
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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“Last night the Scots invaded Sweden,” I wrote, “to retrieve the silver filched from the Irish the Norwegians had in their coffers when Sweden conquered. The Swedes offered the Nobel to a Scots writer to keep ... the peace."
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this one was abandoned... a splinter left under the skin, pushed out by protective flesh
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what smells like love may not be love at all
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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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Birds FlySeven Poemsby Darryl Pricefor Charlotte and Mel, as always"We should insist on joy in spite of everything."--Tom Robbins“I don't need your love. I don't need you to understand. I just need you to listen.”—Perfume Genius1. I Want to Sing to…
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Did we get Jihadi John?/
And the highway to Mosul?//
What’s the score?
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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It calmed the guilt in my heart while kids reveled, laughed, and "made time" with the neighborhood girls on that final night of freedom.
No one would talk to those girls again.
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When they called him down there to the morgue to identify the body, he drove behind the wheel of his truck like some steady maniac on a long haul. The Ford 150 cried out for new shocks, but that hardly mattered. Mud plastered side panels and…
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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I don't know if we'll meet again in the sea of light. Circumstances aren't only up to human beings. After all maybe it's all drunk circumstance, but that doesn't answer the blinding question, it only poses some more. This is…
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We didn't wear shoes in the summer, except for Sunday school and church. The soles of our feet were black and tough as shoe leather.
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I had felt suddenly lighter and next thing I knew I was watching Leonard Tucker and Sister William from somewhere near the ceiling. I saw myself, too, at my desk, holding my songbook out in front of me like everyone else.
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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Ma tells me not to put a tampon between my legs. For fear of cotton fornication.
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[continued from part one...]After sweeps, my schoolwork started to slip. I had trouble paying attention in class, and my workbooks and tests came back from the teacher marked in ketchup red ink. I had always been a good student, and this academic…
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When I squint at her from across the table I can see the waveforms created by her carrier signal.
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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Danny said that you like him now. He smiled like it was the best news that he could give me, but his eyes dared me. …
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