2023 3 3
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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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2023 0 1
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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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2023 17 11
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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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2023 3 4
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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2022 5 4
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I am a sunflower. I turn my yellow and black face, bruised, to the sun, hoping its light will heal me. With my eyes closed I can see my stamen, veins in my eyelids, bulbous where they intersect. The sun feeds…
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2022 14 4
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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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2022 12 5
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2022 15 6
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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2022 7 3
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“There are no inhibitions in here,” the postman shouted, gesturing at the dance floor with his Marlboro Light, the glowing tip aimed at a woman in a taut skirt. Leaning far forward, her hands nearly touching the plywood floor, she planted her feet and beg
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2021 3 1
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I have never met Joe’s brother, of course.
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2021 9 11
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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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2021 21 16
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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2021 16 15
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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2021 13 7
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2021 2 1
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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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2020 0 0
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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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2020 0 0
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Was Sligo an unfeeling privacy-violator or an uncannily-feeling empath, privy to the deepest longings of those whose lives he came in contact with? [...] Sligo's grave is as silent as these pages ultimately would be if they were left unread.
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2020 12 7
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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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2020 9 7
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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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2020 15 10
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chet baker shades my eyes
rippling through the cool water
sometimes we feed the fish
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2020 7 0
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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2019 6 3
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For some, a vertical pattern will evoke prison bars, for others, product bar codes.
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2019 14 5
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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2019 3 4
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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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2019 16 16
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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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2019 4 1
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I think theorems and hypotheses
but all that comes out is punching and smashing
frustrated hate flows where I'd prefer to know love.
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2019 9 5
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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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2019 9 7
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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2018 3 2
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Rockin' Joe Heath stumbled into the stairwell in nothing but a black Zildjian t-shirt, shushing himself, trying to see right, pounding head. He recalled the old lily pattern of the wallpaper and something about the tattered edges…
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2018 5 3
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Somehow I always had to sit behind him. I remember because he had a constellation of skin tags on his neck. I thought about drawing stars on him; I thought about creating a new galaxy I would rule. I should have been learning math instead. I still can’t
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