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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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Ma tells me not to put a tampon between my legs. For fear of cotton fornication.
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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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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“I heard your dad took out the Dairy Queen drive-thru,” said Pat.
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There's a mirror in front of me and I thought it was so I could see myself, but I didn't want to see me.
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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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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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I scare my daughter when she sleeps because she thinks I'm going to kill her.
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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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"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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Years After she can go home.
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what smells like love may not be love at all
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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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Did we get Jihadi John?/
And the highway to Mosul?//
What’s the score?
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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 wasn’t there for the beginning or the end. In the beginning, he was still a wild thing. Nothing more than a voice in the chorus of the Dark Continent, back when it was a thing of terrible beauty and attracted people like the old man; people who breathe
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chet baker shades my eyes
rippling through the cool water
sometimes we feed the fish
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I rummage around to see which of our many countertop appliances might do the trick. Yogurt maker? No, I need something with more muscle.
The Cuisinart--just the thing! I pick through the detachable blades—where’s the isotope shredder?
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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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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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Doc and I talked for several hours. When I told him Mona was pregnant, he turned his head and looked at me. “Who's the father?” he asked. Don't know, I said. Mona didn't know, either.
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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pluck me from the charred grate
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He runs a mail-order business from a storefront and distributes a catalog of disappeared things.
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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