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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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chet baker shades my eyes
rippling through the cool water
sometimes we feed the fish
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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Conceptio culpa
Nasci pena
Labor vita
Necesse mori
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this one was abandoned... a splinter left under the skin, pushed out by protective flesh
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“Cheng Ho didn’t go just Cape Horn; treasure ships visit Australia and America. His very advanced compass. Not just point north-south. Show east-west too.”
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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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“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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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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It seems the people of this house were a happy family – The smiling faces, the children’s enthusiasm tells me as much. I wonder what happened to them.
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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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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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Down South now means August cold snap,
the forties roaring my wool cap
off my head.
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Oryn woke up in her desk. Sweat trickled from her forehead. Staring at her notepad, with her latest calculation, she forgot to go home. Her thoughts of Alysia calmed for now, but still lingered from her dreams.
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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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I can feel the souls
of those who perished
here
They’re still here
like old kites
hanging in the sky
tattered, but they
won’t come down
or can’t come down
just yet
because they haven’t
fulfilled their
unborn promises
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salmon
maple syrup
horseradish
smoke detector
the list read, scrawled in purple marker on the refrigerator door.
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what smells like love may not be love at all
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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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'Yer a cool, cool glass of water baby....'
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Mama hung them everywhere. It started with just a few, in our apartment and outside on the brick. She made walls into windows.
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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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Ma tells me not to put a tampon between my legs. For fear of cotton fornication.
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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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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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...he thought often of the rollicking waves, of being pulled under, of being weightless and senseless...
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Years After she can go home.
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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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He stays a couple of yards behind me as we slog uphill. I try to diffuse the tension with a coy toss of head, slip on wet leaves. My ankle rolls and I splat noisily down. From my new angle his beard looks less stylish—bristles straggle all up his neck. He maintains…
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