1980 11 7
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I've been avoidingyour beautiful fact for years in just the past few hours it seemslike it was the scariest plague on earth. Andit worries me becauseit's something so new that Idon't know what to dowith myself.Yes I wouldn't knowwhat to…
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198024
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"kissing her with every muscle in my neck."
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19791413
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197931
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"Special delivery for a friend?" he asked. "Postcards are a wonderful thing. All people want to do nowadays is send e-mails. But what's better than putting a postcard on the fridge?"
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197911
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I rummage around to see which of our many countertop appliances might do the trick. Yogurt maker? No, I need something with more muscle.
The Cuisinart--just the thing! I pick through the detachable blades—where’s the isotope shredder?
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1978157
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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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197821
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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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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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1978109
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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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19782411
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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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197863
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No flinch, no stretch, no letting the cook get all golden about the chopping block.
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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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197766
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As military tears soaked into hymnbook pages
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197765
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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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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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19761810
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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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1976104
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3D is killing my porn career.
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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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197621
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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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197632
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Love at first sight?
Not for me.
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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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197400
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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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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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1974179
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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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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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