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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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205667
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“Too perfect.” my therapist intervenes in assurance, “You did enough, really. More than anyone else would.” I know the subtext is that I possibly did more than I should. My appointment is coincidentally later that day, after his goodbye letter arrives in
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205600
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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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The other day I’m in the backyard with one of my kids, doing what he’s calling a training exercise, which is basically the two of us with flashlights, shinning the beams over the grass and up into the night to see what we can see.
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2055145
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She asks if I would like to join them.
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205573
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Like all professors, I'm required to maintain office hours to help my students so I'm at my desk every fourth Tuesday of months without an "r" in them from 10:30 to 11:00 p.m.
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20551716
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Ed wants to watch the last half of the football game. His wife wants him to mow the lawn.
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205453
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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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205454
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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205451
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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20541716
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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205496
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The phone owner pre-writes his or her dying words! The app stores them and releases them at the moment of his death!
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205432
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This is what my summer has come to: me, out of a job, aimlessly driving around the city looking for places to write, places to read, places to occupy my time.
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205397
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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205384
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It calmed the guilt in my heart while kids reveled, laughed, and "made time" with the neighborhood girls on that final night of freedom.
No one would talk to those girls again.
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205363
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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205300
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I'm in awe of her frankness, how she takes my breath away, how I wish to rush off with her to a splendid hideaway where only the two of us touch the grape-stained mountains and the cerulean sea, wild blades of grass quivering with the breeze. Sometimes th
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2053117
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He was her summer fling, the first cock to crow when the sun rose over her tequila smile.
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205310
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Azure became silent. She never thought of her death before, nor thought about actually fighting creatures and saving people’s lives.
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20531411
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She'd liked the name of the tanker. The Amoco Cadiz.
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205280
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What can I say about my brother, Stroman. We are twins and we hate each other. He is an honest, brave man with scruples. He is full of bullshit. He thinks I am morally twisted. He probably has a point there, but I don’t see what that has got to do with
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205201
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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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205200
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He heard her crying out behind the curtain that had been drawn around the bed. Each cry was more strained than the last. She complained about the burning, called the nurses "putane" and threatened to rip out the device they'd inserted into her. He sat t
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205296
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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205110
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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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205100
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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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2051101
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Do you want an ass mi Nina Bonita? I buy you jeans that work like a Miracle Bra for your behind.
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20511514
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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205170
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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205052
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Having a single blurb on your book cover is like having a single friend in grade school. So I lied.
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