2015 2 0
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Someday they'll find me face-down in a puddle of ink.
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2014 2 0
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Duh. It’s all the same sky. Instead I nod, and don’t say anything.
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2014 1 1
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It broke through the surface of the suburban world and shattered it into pieces, fragments of dreams and amazement. She was not the same as she had been a moment before. It was an epiphany she couldn't put her finger on.
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2014 18 15
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Put sunscreen on your / bones.
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2014 6 5
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Looking over the crowd in the arcade is like looking over a crowd of zombies.
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2014 8 5
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We might as well be honest: we’re talking about the two of us here.
No one, not even the cameraman, had any idea even after all these years. For more than a decade we’d been bringing the six o’clock news into a medium-almost-major market region.
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2013 7 4
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You want to read, you know where to click.
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2013 13 6
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We make our way into the Colosseum–excuse me, the Prince Spaghetti Colosseum–and take in the beauty of Italy’s national pastime; sadistic cruelty to wacko religious cults.
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2013 8 6
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“Mules don’t like to dive, Esther.”
“I said maybe, Hugh. Maybe.”
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2013 2 1
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Six weeks, four thousand dollars, and twelve hundred miles later, I figured I was done with the cleansing process.
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2013 4 4
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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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2013 9 8
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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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2013 19 17
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It felt like I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, like I’d walked into a house that looked like mine, but belonged to someone else.
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2013 10 9
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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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2013 4 3
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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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2012 6 3
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the pollen of your kisses and the shouts of your love shaking the sky
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2012 4 2
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He could smell the vestiges of alcohol on his folks. They’d let him stay up till midnight to mark the new year, and his mother had sneaked him a taste of her whisky. He remembered now what she’d last said before sending him off to bed, how strange it soun
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2012 0 0
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The road that passed through the swamp near where the cemetery stood, that is, the road that passed by the cemetery that stood near where the swamp lay—but no, that’s not the case, because that’s not the same road. If I’d been on THAT road—
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2012 6 1
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Elizabeth stood outside my door one afternoon. I greeted her from across the studio, put on some water to boil and walked to the door. I took her hand, held it to my cheek, and led her to my dining room table.
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2012 2 2
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"You're going to have to call me 'dead eye' after I get this possum."
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2012 7 3
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It was only later, much later, that we would discover that the war we were fighting was a war between ourselves. Melissa and I left the machine, with Carlton lost forever inside. We abandoned the warehouse. Our backs were scalded from the heat, and the hole in the…
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2011 2 1
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She used to think of him as someone to entertain with charming lies, but things evolve in unexpected ways.
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2011 14 6
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Imagine the poem written with a pistol at your head.
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2011 15 9
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Outside I see the daytime moon, and it is faint as a fingerprint. My cousins have up-turned the biggest rocks and removed all the Sow bugs. The land is damp and red, and the trees feel wet to the center.
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2010 2 1
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My dear Papa: I don't care to join you on holiday. Last summer when I came you and Frau Himmelfarb played "Wildlife Management" so late into the night that I got no rest.
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2010 23 19
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Mack’s mind held a chandelier.
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2010 14 12
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At five o’clock in the afternoon, at five o’clock / in the afternoon
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2010 3 0
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2010 3 2
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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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2010 2 2
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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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