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“If you guys ever get back together, I’d make him sign a contract.”
I smiled, but cautioned, “Not sure that would work.”
She answered with emphatic confidence, “You haven’t seen how good I am at writing contracts!"
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A team of reggae journalists played and an unknown man came after work for me in a kilt.
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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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Gladstone called him a ‘goddam nihilist’--
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After sprouting boobs and a vagina before her sixteenth birthday, a girl watches her divorced father fall from parental grace by drinking ten tequila shots and baring it all for the neighbors to see on his birthday.
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in time there is nothing more important for meto write than this line. It isn't defined in the way you'd like perhaps, but it doesn't matter because it will be true, and you will be true, and I will be the message you get. Some signal has…
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“Jesus fall the second time. You want a map? Ten shekels.”
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You hear the thrum of blowflies first...
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Vito suddenly found himself wide awake. He was unable to recall having fallen asleep or dreaming or awakening. It seemed he'd just entered bed, yet a glance at the windows told him it was already the middle of the night.
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The woods. They say don’t wander too far into the woods, where those ghosts can’t hear you and the moonlight won’t trace you a path. In the black crowd of trees there’s something waiting. Don’t go to the where the siren is singing...
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Miguel's mom told everyone if you pressed your ear against the knot, Jesus would tell you special secrets.
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It's as if there are little men inside her head, wielding hammers.
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I get that drunk feeling right before it starts to rain. The sky is dark and heavy and the clouds break open with a flash and suddenly there is water running down all of the windows like one million pairs of eyes crying hard. The street is suddenly …
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...some years later I heard that an old friend jumped off that bridge to her death.
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often as i lie awake i wonder are you awake too?/
we never had any children, he said ruefully/
that summer i cried so much that robert called me soakie/
robert, dying: creating silence
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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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nothing has ever happened in this or that or any other or maybe too damn many parallel universes. . . .
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The pizza was perfect, ingredients genuine, not artificial: crust charred slightly; cheese gooey; sauce steaming, requiring careful eating lest the mouth suffer burns. Such quality was becoming rare around town. The product in Manhattan, by and large,
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There’s / no crying in poetry!” says Coach / Bukowski
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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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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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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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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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Mack’s mind held a chandelier.
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Take my hand. Take my hand and we will sail through the atmosphere leaving trails of rainbow speckled life written in musical notes behind us. We can go anywhere you want, whenever you wish. The moon in 1974. I hear the earth looks gorgeous during the seventies.…
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The painting was on loan from a gallery in Chicago. We stood there connecting the dots.
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He stared at the mirror, his hair looked chewed up–severed by a miniature lawnmower.
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Why is the ghost of John Lennon haunting a house in rural Oregon?
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He wasn’t there for the beginning or the end. In the beginning, he was still a wild thing. Nothing more than a voice in the chorus of the Dark Continent, back when it was a thing of terrible beauty and attracted people like the old man; people who breathe
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