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Jimmy Gollihue awoke to the howling of a bloodhound, a long voice from up the mountain, and the baying of the dog pulled a keening lament from his dream of the highway.
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2018125
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20181615
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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201882
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Jerry tries to be funny saying, I think Charlie Brown should kick Lucy in the head when she pulls the ball away; either that or they start making out. Ewww, but they're both eight years old, Sandra says biting her lip, tying off her smile. Jerry won't focus on her…
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201700
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I had a weird feeling I had just validated his behavior — provided another tile in the mosaic of his ego and self-esteem — by doing nothing more than entering this hall of mirrors, and reflecting.
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2017144
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"What I need to wear the ring for," I said to myself, "I already got his last name..."
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20171918
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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201786
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The Ocean used to be ours. When the stars were still fire and they were the only light burning though the dim, hazy nights, the ocean was ours. Before the smog, and the lights that were carried by the men who rose from the sea, the ocean was ours. We…
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20172116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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20171711
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She drew her hands out of the chest cavity and looked at the clock.
‘Time of death,’ she said.
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201700
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But there, up the street, just coming into the corner of the window, someone was in the middle of the road. Walking literally down the middle, dragging one leg like it was heavy or broken, carving a fat line next to the skinny one the good one made.
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2017145
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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201734
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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2017156
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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2017137
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20171510
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chet baker shades my eyes
rippling through the cool water
sometimes we feed the fish
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201770
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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201631
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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201634
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We draw a treasure map in the sandwait for the waves to wash it awayI ask you not to leave me stranded hereIf I'm bound for hell, I don't want to be left behindThe sun breaks through the edge of infinityspills over the line, soaking the sky…
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2016127
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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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201653
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She wants her mother back and all I can give her is this—over and over. She doesn't want my mouth, wants no kissing anywhere even. Just this. Like this—quiet and rough. Quiet because her stepfather is napping in the bedroom next to…
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201563
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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201597
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"... I knew Willie had gone— out the back door or out the side window. I knew he probably slipped over the fence behind my house into Lou C.’s backyard..."
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201521
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It felt like he'd just taken his marriage out into the woods, forced it to its knees, and put a bullet through its head. Or they had, together.
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201521
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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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201597
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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201410
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For Hector it was animals. Rats, dogs, fish, and quite often horses – sometimes even lions. But for Achilles, it was always dead bodies.
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201400
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Casting nets like Jesus to a metaphor sea
Admittedly as weak as me
But I need the hike,
Like we still like Ike
To tell us about the Military Industrial Complex
Though he never told us what came next
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201401
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meanings figure into traffic streams reds fade, trickle down the long ‘V' another passing human ear; tall, tall buildings paper poised on horizon. situations gape in and out of seconds corners turn to disappearance, witness follows fingers…
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2014126
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After the show they talked at the famous comedian, reaching the way they do, with their arms. Their arms are curved a good way, a better way than the older white planes of my own.
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