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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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“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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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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“I heard your dad took out the Dairy Queen drive-thru,” said Pat.
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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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this one was abandoned... a splinter left under the skin, pushed out by protective flesh
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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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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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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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salmon
maple syrup
horseradish
smoke detector
the list read, scrawled in purple marker on the refrigerator door.
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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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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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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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Ma tells me not to put a tampon between my legs. For fear of cotton fornication.
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'Yer a cool, cool glass of water baby....'
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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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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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When I squint at her from across the table I can see the waveforms created by her carrier signal.
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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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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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