1979 2 4
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"kissing her with every muscle in my neck."
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19781413
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19781814
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I become a lake, a river, a stream, an ocean that will one day be able to move anything, anyone.
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1978126
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The tadpoles flipped on the brown mud bottom. She dipped one out and held it near, seeing it in her belly, shaping arms and feet and a small, blond head. She set it back and stood, breasts out, arms up. The ducks in the weed, eyes hard like hungry boys, waited for bread.…
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197843
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A great doubt had shut out the light inside us, but each of us called for our lover at the end, and she was generous. Carrying us along inside her over vast distances, chilling our soul with sudden terrible flashes of light.
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19771311
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1977109
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"Why didn't you tell me it was Halloween?" he asked. She shook her head. The doorbell rang.
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19771616
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WITH A BOW TO DOROTHY PARKERWhen his fingers sped along the keys, I'd need to sit. I'd such weak knees. I thought him charming, tall, and able, then he overturned the table. Chili, crackers, cheddar cheese crashed on me-he'd been displeased. I…
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1977139
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He saw symmetry, exquisite geometry, body and built world in harmony.
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197666
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As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages
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197665
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I. Sweet Anthill The anthill is in front of my house. It started with a cupcake I dropped on the ground, frosting first. The ants started to congregate, carrying sprinkles and cake crumbs into the deep sidewalk crack. A week…
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197621
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I built a house in the middle of the ocean. I used sunlight for nails. Wind for wood. Stars for chandeliers, the moon for a doorknob.
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1976104
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3D is killing my porn career.
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19762411
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whistling some blithering tune, trotting around the kitchen in his underwear with his ribs, a long row of meatless tragedies that screamed for something other than the meal he was making.
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197663
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No flinch, no stretch, no letting the cook get all golden about the chopping block.
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1976149
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It's eerie. There are no birds. My friend and I take our morning walk in a bubble of silence.
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197633
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On a corkboard in the entryway of the Leetonia Shurfine Market a curling handwritten sign said Room for Rent. Kitchen Living Room Laundry Privlages. $65 Weekly.
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197632
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Love at first sight?
Not for me.
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19751810
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She was a forward-motion girl. She never bothered to learn to walk as a baby. Instead, she stood up and ran.
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1975128
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I got 3 good hubcaps
That oughta be enough
You can take away my house
You can take away my stuff
Just leave it on the curbside
With my beat-up Cadillac
Got my 3 good hubcaps
I ain’t never coming back
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19752718
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. . . there is nothing so selfish as sleep.
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19751514
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The mandatory is not / your friend
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1974157
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My editor even said so: “Ralph, the Karmann Ghia is the only car for Henry. The only one he could have possibly driven.”
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19742315
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“Why, you tell a story,” one young fellow said. The expression on his face said “How gauche, how passé!”
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197444
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by the time he's moves onto knives, she has appeared in next door's window: sliver of nut-pale belly, fingers wet with suds, nails painted bright as glitterballs.
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197476
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The trouble with paper horses was not how flimsy they were when you were flying them, reigns in hand, high enough above the treetops that falling would mean more than a bruised knee.
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197421
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“The Boy from Thuringia” is part of a series of stories collectively called The History of Adoption. In it, a middle-aged man sets out rather obsessively to write a comprehensive history of the adopted child. In his attempts to finally begin this im
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1974109
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The winner was some kid from Ohio or Oklahoma -- one of those states that begins with an "O" and ends with a yawn.
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197300
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A human cop and a cyborg detective team up to solve a case. A sci-fi-pulp-noir-detective story.
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1973179
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I turned on the television last night, and one of the networks had a segment about a girl with no nose.
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