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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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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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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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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
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the boredom inherent in living in the suburbs
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Two-way conversation with God.
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He was the kind of man that I would rather have declawed than date, and then leave him on a gurney, helpless and anaesthetized. Cliff Eames had made me feel that way since we were teenagers. He would never be helpless. …
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Later that night, he lay his shivering children in his own bed, the bed that betrayed and abandoned him just a few years ago. It will protect them now.
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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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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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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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over tea & saltineshe read melike an obituary
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It’ll die in there and the stairwell’ll stink for weeks, Greg says in the car. We’re quiet, considering that.
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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On the table the image is by Chardin but the puzzle is by someone else and that is what he has dumped out of the box.
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“They picked me up in their spaceship about noon,” Austin Grantham says to me while pulling up an apple crate to use as a stool.
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once wedding cake
under pillows.
now fluffy frosting
on squashed defeat
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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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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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Everyone runs to the plane but me. I get the last seat (middle of 5), crush men’s bags on my way. I’m white & female. They glare.
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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She was a beautiful woman. I don't argue with that. I welcome it.
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I hope you'll have the time to read this before your attention wanders.
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I need a different storage solution
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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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True love may last forever, but the most I've ever gotten out of a lab assistant is two years, five months, three weeks, twelve days, and fifteen hours. And he was the exception.
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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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A 1960’s of walking sugar beet fields to remove the rogue bolters by hand and on other days painting the ironwork of cattle sheds with red oxide. Then a 1970’s when the self-inking explosion of tattoos on his hands and then his body began.
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