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Grappling—eloquence in torsion, a language of bodies and mastered agility. Two opponents fighting like lithe jungle cats for dominance, like generals plotting their attacks, their feints—this is no playtime…
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The next winter the house burned down.
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“Should I go over?” Ma asked, wishing she could freshen her lipstick while finger-combing her frosted hair.
“Sarah, fagodsake, let the man eat in peace. No one wants to have his picture made with food in their mouth,” said Pa.
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The priest went into the place in those parts, the priest an old pear or grape gotten ripe and then moreso, but never actually expiring . He was hunched and it looked like he was broken at some integral part, but nobody could tell for sure where. One time, a bat…
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the view is
breathtaking here.
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While the other kids blew bubbles, Maddy clung to my neck. She didn't cry or scream, and she held on loosely, not with the death grip some kids have. For five Wednesday afternoons, Maddy wrapped her pudgy arms over my shoulders and rested her bottom on m
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I've lost the remote control to my brain
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Here I am in the city where we walked side by side, you had driven a great distance and lost your way somewhere where exits left the highway from both directions and unpredictably.
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Random Access
Hundred Dollar Bill
Burning Question
The Black Truffles
Open John
Queasy Sister
Tortoise and the Hair
Duck Tail and the Wrap
Stiff Resistance
Knee Jerk Reaction
Tough Cookie
Bar Code and the Illusion
Erosion
Eroti
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The villagers smash in a garage door with their heads, causing some to bleed from the ears and mouth.
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I popped open the wine
with a Nike shoelace, a trick I learned on the internet
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The first inkling that I might be in love with Josie came at our high school senior day outing at, oh, what's its name, state park. I forgot, but it doesn't matter. She smiled, did a little wave and stepped away from her friends, lifted her sundress a little to keep it dry,…
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Luv walks around touching everything with her little hands. Uzma follows behind her, talking sweetly, saying: "This is going to be your new home for a while, darling."
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That Dagwood is not a real person but a story told in dots. That Blondie is a male fantasy and will one day find her Nora Helmer.
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There are some I don’t recognize. My gaze lingers for a second. It’s bad business this.
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The next day I can’t recall at all, a waste, like the flash of twenty years of my life, faces that pass you like comets in some erogenous unnamed zone of night, but they got me in some isolation room with my wrists in leather restraints.
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Something like: Answers to questions you might not yet have?
[Answers we will try hard not to provide]
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It is the first day of summer, a blue-green afternoon, and we sit beneath the English oak, Quercus robur. Everything has at least two names. It is the first day of summer, or the last day of something else.
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I’d met this crowd of drunken poets from San Francisco
Even though this was smack dab in the middle of winter
Smack dab in the middle of the flattened Illinois plains
Why they all left San Francisco I’ll never completely understand
But there we we
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He thought of natural violence that had to do with the wind and the Atlantic Ocean. He thought of the Gulf Stream, that important title, that someone had shown him on a map and explained about in detail.
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My cousin and I walked around the village at night. It was beginning to rain, but we walked on. She had a jacket. I didn’t because of course. She said: “Sometimes I just want to know if he’s settling or he’s really in love with me.”
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As I understand it, he crafted his art from sweat and blood; on parchment of living scrotum stretched over fretful porpentines; using a fresh dodo quill for each new preposition, and all that only on the first wet day after solstice in Yobhel. Something l
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Forget the salt erasure of Carthage,/
all the Meso-American artifacts/
smelted to float the Armada
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The weatherman can't predict
accumulation. He can only tell you
it will be cold. Expect ice, wind, snow, expect
delays. Your daughters play outside,
dancing around the Evergreen, its branches
bearing the weight of snow, its branches
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martyred young women lie in hospital beds
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For instance, my sister's husband. If I say brown socks, yellow boxer shorts, fishnet undershirt. If I say plastic bag and two tepid beers. And a voice that glides to falsetto when he: you're a tad too obscene for my taste, Julia, while he tries to light the filter end of…
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Someday, the Grim Reaper, wrapped in hooded cowl, the thorny stem of a red rose clenched between his teeth, will climb up the garden trellis to my bedroom window
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This is not an indie movie about love and happiness and Al Green songs redone by actresses pretending to be songwriters.
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The apartment was a second-level place, so I went down the steps and looked through the stained glass window of the door. “Ah hell,” I said to myself. Raymond Carver and John Fante and Charles Bukowski were outside. I opened the door.
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