2052 3 4
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Out the window is an empty birdbath, dry flaky concrete ring, no birds.
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2052 3 3
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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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2052 5 3
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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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2051 7 3
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His wings were down when he got into the truck. It was a used UPS truck we’d bought from someone in Berkeley, and we painted out the letter “S,” so that it just read “UP.”
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2051 4 1
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I'm delighted to report that I've come up with my own school of thought. It's called, "Dress Like a Cat Until You Get What You Want."
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2051 5 2
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The storm grew in might until it spawned the worst kind of tornado, an F-5 or Finger of God.
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2051 0 0
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Soft voices in private, in the street,
city noise violence disappears
she blinks her eyelids
and I can hear the lashes
intertwine and pull clear.
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2051 9 9
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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2051 24 7
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I watched as the light fled
from your eyes,
No slowly dimming lamp,
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2051 12 5
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2051 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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2051 6 6
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Driving up to the Palisades after 9/11 for a meteor shower
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2051 17 7
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To make extra money, my father wrote music reviews for the Calgary Herald, and on Saturday nights, he went to hear the Symphony, or into recital halls to listen to the chamber music that was being performed around the city. He took me, once, to a performa
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2051 2 0
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I made my way quietly out back and sat in Helga’s whitewashed porch swing, listening to the first faint sounds of big band music drift out of Helga’s open windows and into the cooling summer air. The darkness was moving in slow from the east, interrup
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2051 15 3
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He stopped the shower and recounted his life, now Kin-less and plain.
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2050 12 5
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The right is empty, waiting to receive the load like a catcher behind home plate.
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2050 19 18
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He was a tenth grade / messiah, famous for acts of attrition.
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2050 0 0
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Face it girls, you want to claw my eyes out, don’t you? Or whack me across my 36 DD’s with a golf club, am I right? Well don’t blame me if I’m young, gorgeous, full-breasted and obviously the cat’s meow.
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2050 23 15
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proving little more/
than the player’s keyboard dexterity.
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2050 10 5
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The waters rose / on the earth
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2050 8 2
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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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2049 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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2049 16 15
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• Don’t confuse the virtues of bananas with the virtues of banana bread
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2049 15 6
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with images overflowing with delicate thought scenes with nightmarish wet dreams
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2049 2 2
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Most nights while in his sleep, with his one good eye deeply shut, the old man can hear the whispers of the specter in the remote wanderings, holding the surrounding woodlands in its snare. The sound of it closing in, with the bones of the universe crushing in…
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2049 0 0
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Momo told me not to mind her, but I did. At night, after he'd tucked me in, I could hear him on the phone in the living room, talking for a long time. Early this morning he woke me up and gave me my backpack. ‘Put some clothes in here', he said. ‘We're going on a trip.'
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2049 0 0
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He said he'd searched in vain for his wife, Mary, before abandoning hope and the ship in one of the last row boats. He was allowed in because of his experience fishing.
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2048 3 3
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Describe how like or unlike a vagina a peach pit is, using no anatomical words.
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2048 5 3
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Once upon a time, my friend and I met a nanny pushing a baby carriage and reading an e-book. She wore a plaid dress, blue stockings and a white barrette. A set of wrinkles marred her tanned brow. Multitasking seemed too hard on her.
Inside the carriage
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2048 12 8
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The blue Victorian at 1145 White Street shifts in its foundation, creaks, and settles in for the night. The girls are bundled into their beds. My wife, too, has gone to sleep. I’m alone in the kitchen, steeping chamomile tea, coughing phlegm into the wr
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