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as long as you have some snacks up there
I can be brave
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Night fell and the photographer slept, one hand between Prue's legs.
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"good luck, and be assured acceptance for representation or publication is based on different criteria at different agencies and we are sure you will yet find someone mentally deficient enough to give your book a shot."
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Standing hard at the windowCold clouds move, slowBlue horizon in the distance—It's just a slice of blue.All this beautyI miss it in the bitterness.I'm consumed by the missingThe emptinessThe unfairnessAlways some unfairness cropping upand capturing joy.Glancing high…
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Maybe God couldn’t find His bifocals, and that’s why my check for ten million hasn’t shown up yet. Maybe a stray dog in heaven ate my check. Maybe God went bankrupt like everyone else. Okay, so maybe at the end of life I’ll balance my checkbook.
I do
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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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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His middle name was Perceval. He judged the first Miss America contest in 1922. He saw himself primarily as a storyteller in the Dickensian mode.He claimed to be an illustrator rather than an artist. He disliked driving but loved to walk, and preferred…
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Years After she can go home.
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You would think when a bowl hits a tree the sound would be fierce, a loud clatter as stoneware explodes on birch bark dispersing shards in daffodils and grape muscari, but the noise is gentle, a thudding clink like empty bourbon bottles rattling hollow in…
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Borges must be so proud somewhere
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He kind of enjoyed living by himself. It was nice and peaceful.
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...I told Uncle Lou I thought it (trans-gendering) looked like a thoughtful way of occupying the world. It was a personal triumph, for some individuals, over the destructive affects of denial. Besides, it hurt no one, and it didn’t destroy property. I alw
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Erwin came into the kitchen through the back door and went straight to the sink to clean up. Black mud and dried blood crusted his fingertips and caked the callused whorls of his knuckles. He used the round of strong-smelling soap he kept for…
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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The understanding we made was neatly wrapped up in its own blue tissue cocoon like a neatly rolled joint and dumped unceremoniously into the forgotten past like a plate of leftover digitized lies. The lid was slammed shut. Time passes too tightly. And you …
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"I sighed heavily. 'Goddamn it...' I spat under my breath. 'Every motherfucking time..."
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She was a beautiful woman. I don't argue with that. I welcome it.
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A lowing cow cracked open the darkened room like the yawn of a gravid alien.
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Why is the ghost of John Lennon haunting a house in rural Oregon?
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A pale face was illuminated by the street light. A voice rasped, “Charlie?”
“Do I know you?”
“It's Bill.”
The side of his little brother's thin face
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When you move to the music of a woman
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Somewhere along tomorrow, I will forget I have the right to do this.
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And I watched,
from her warm bed,
the curtains dancing
in the window
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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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Once upon a time a queen was blessed with twin sons, which she named Nosch and Amiaivel.
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. . . the greater length of the so-called “Montebaldi Corridor” can still be walked without the least exposure to direct sunlight as long as the traveler is not active from 9 am to 3 pm local time.
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You just watch, the schoolteachers’ll be next and then you’ll see shit go down. Imagine what happens when a fifth-grader sees his teacher getting frog-marched through a crowd on YouTube.
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Did we get Jihadi John?/
And the highway to Mosul?//
What’s the score?
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