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pluck me from the charred grate
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204710
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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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204767
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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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204795
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I found my black dot nucleus. School got me in the 10th year with the numbers spilling outta my head, but now I got the cell on my mind. Everybody's floating around this joint all pink and green college clean, yellow face Japanese, or the jet-headed Greeks with their…
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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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204710
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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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204770
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Who is the moron that invented the Snuggie?
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The tall, standing woman with bright red lipstick, elegant at one time, you could tell, responding, “She has dementia,” pointing at her brain. “She was a Holocaust survivor.”
And the one they’re talking about turns as she’s pushing her wal
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204697
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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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204622
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Why is the ghost of John Lennon haunting a house in rural Oregon?
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204696
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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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204632
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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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20461716
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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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204554
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Often we sit in silence and age. We are observers of dust, fashioning ourselves into antiques.
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204551
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unbury yourself from the silt and give me some seal love.
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204501
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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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2045109
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Sometimes, they beat their masters home...
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204500
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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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20442116
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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204497
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500 miles
all the way from Omaha
nine hours
on the back of a flatbed truck
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204463
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“Now God,” Mr. Smashface calls me out by name.
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204496
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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204473
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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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20441411
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She'd liked the name of the tanker. The Amoco Cadiz.
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204300
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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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204376
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Butch the Labradoodle sets some necessary boundaries.
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204352
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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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20431315
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We wonder if this is how we tangled in our mother's womb: hands to feet to heart.
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204210
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It's dawn. It's quiet on the pond in the Public Garden. The light is calm, the pollution is mild, and everything is still,except for the occasional cruising taxi. It's the beginning of spring-- tulips out, leaves…
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Jacabo gave the boy a can of beer with oxycontin and rat poison in it. He instructed the boy to drink and talk. Jacabo did this, fully aware that making ghosts was a costly enterprise.
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