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Some time ago, I began to write you letters with the idea of helping your newspaper become a more complete map of our little shared world.
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For my Dad
Happy Father's Day!
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A dark-haired, handsome man adjusted the headset he was wearing, leaned toward a microphone, and eyed his host, a curly-haired man with a toothy grin, who sat up straight as he received a cue from his producer.
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...I grew up in a provincial town which at the time had no bookstore and no library — no library even at school...
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I know now, how she moves without verbs
after you crushed her into the river.
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The ideas just came to them. "Nothing On" consisted of a television on a small stand, playing an endless loop of "Jersey Shore." "Shopping Bores Me" was a men's flannel shirt from American Apparel on an otherwise empty rack.
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Christ walks the streets of Venice,/has long since become a regular . . .
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this one was abandoned... a splinter left under the skin, pushed out by protective flesh
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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“Why do I have to sign these cards? You haven't written your dreaded holiday letter yet.” “I told you not to complain or you'd be the one writing it. And addressing the envelopes. Then you can stamp them and take them to the Post Office!” …
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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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The handsome man at the opposite table swivels his head at the tall cool slim blonde entering the breakfast cafe. The ordinary woman sitting with him adjusts her chair accordingly. She pretends to ignore her husband's distraction, smoothes her hair, licks her…
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I've come to the Playboy Mansion on a mission of mercy. Hugh Hefner, my good buddy, has just lost two girlfriends in a single day!
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Jonas Griffin stared out the bay window as he drank his morning cup, his eyes gleaming with something between wistfulness and disdain at Reynold who sat patiently in the adjacent yard, leaning against the majestic oak tree that towered in its hundred year
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In the spring, my father would dress for class in a bear costume and chase students around campus.
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The waters rose / on the earth
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In late summer 2000 Dick Cheney held a secret strategy meeting in a hunting lodge deep in the hills of southeastern Wyoming. It was Cheney's own place, bought with the money he'd ripped from the trough with both hands through decades of what…
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For me German was a school subject. For Hymen, who could pronounce German but not speak it, it was a poetic technique or element, shorthand for what ails the world.
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Jack, man in black, sporting manicured talons, his smile an iced knife.
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All of those lovelies, pitched on the ground, ignored and ready to rot.
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her heart just nodded knowingly
....yes, dear
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I had the hair of a metal god, cracking it against the air whenever the stereo belched fists.
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We see only the results which a man's choices make out of his raw material . . . when his body dies all that will fall off him, and the real central man, the thing that chose, that made the best or the worst out of this material, will stand naked. All sorts of things…
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Once or twice he sees her around town when he’s out driving but other than that, I mean, it’s not like he was stalking her, he didn’t know where she went to school or what she did for a part-time job, he didn’t care, he wasn’t interested.
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Dizzy but still alive
Inside this conversation
I ask if you have a sister
And if she'll know me
If I'm with you.
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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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Sometimes after bookbinding for a few hours at the hand-sewing table, Jillie would, after scraping her knife too roughly over the glue of an old book's spine, feel not like a resurrector of literature, as she should, but a killer. Not a calculating or
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"...I wonder if it held magical powers..."
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She’s the worst student in my Modern Film class and we’re alone at a bar.
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Soon, she will turn to liquid
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