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He runs a mail-order business from a storefront and distributes a catalog of disappeared things.
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When I glance at the bedside clock I realize that we have been making love in one way or another for nearly three hours now. I am filled with a certain secret smugness that I am still going strong. It has been a long time since I’ve done anything quite li
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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It's dawn. It's quiet on the pond in the Public Garden. The light is calm, the pollution is mild, and everything is still,except for the occasional cruising taxi. It's the beginning of spring-- tulips out, leaves…
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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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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When I squint at her from across the table I can see the waveforms created by her carrier signal.
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I like the smoke going in
but I like it even more
when it's coming out
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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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Ma tells me not to put a tampon between my legs. For fear of cotton fornication.
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Just bring me his head, that cerebral kiln of hot, ruddy verbiage and cadence.
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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"Special delivery for a friend?" he asked. "Postcards are a wonderful thing. All people want to do nowadays is send e-mails. But what's better than putting a postcard on the fridge?"
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Two-way conversation with 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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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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I screwed my courage to the sticking point and asked him if he had shot down any Japanese airplanes. He grinned at me. “One,” he said.
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Years After she can go home.
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See a girl like Lily sitting offstage in a wooden chair in a fourth-rate club somewhere, crying, holding on so hard to so little, and as it breaks your heart to watch; forgive me. Understand me. You can’t rescue us. We all deserve more.
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A human cop and a cyborg detective team up to solve a case. A sci-fi-pulp-noir-detective story.
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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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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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Azure walked through the fog as though she were walking to class. Her hands swayed through the mist and felt the thickness of the cloud through her fingers
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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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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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When you move to the music of a woman
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Veiled by tenuous clouds and dirty air,
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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At night, on these New England roads, there is no light, no pink sodium-vapor glow, no guideposts.
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