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Like puddles when it rains,
like relationships in chains.
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Walking alone, underneath thin, moonlit clouds, the world began to unfold and shows it guts. Deep within the Colorado mountains, miles from the nearest convenience store or free wi-fi connection, I started to merge into the implicate.
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kindergarteners
sent to class with
Uzis
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Oh, wait — loosen the ropes, you say? Sorry. Can't do that.
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A bum leaves his shopping cart
in the middle of the intersection
at 7th Ave and Perry St
and walks away
leaving everything behind
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Maybe there was no truth. Things had become so strange that sometimes Jannsun suspected that everything had already happened and we were just toying with selective memory.
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We should put him out of his misery.
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She doesn’t notice the small group of women in saris, emerald and garnet, sapphire and citrine, the cloth covered with mirrors glinting in the light. Or how they link plump brown arms, frightened or delighted by the attention, huddled close, bird-like ch
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I was sent here to perform the autopsy
on the norm, the status quo, the bourgeois.
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The Rapture comes and goes unannounced in carbonated soda bubbles spicing the air.
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Snow was falling. People passed by the window and wore large coats. Inside, Alex stood in front of the window and watched.
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He asked what I used for birth control and I told him, “prayer”. He smiled the kind of smile you smile at young girls who don’t know any better.
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At night, I wake up, and Daddy's in the bathroom with a hanger in his mouth....
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... must we turn again (and again)/
to an orchestra stripped of wind and drum?
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Most loss control specialists wear standard rent-a-cop outfits, but notSister Joseph Arimathea and Sister Mary Clarus, who wear the grey, white and black habits of the Precious Blood Sisters.
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I am Gloria, age nine, standing with my left hand on the green gate to the yard of the farmhouse that I will always consider Home
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Ginny, the mother, was a lark in every respect of the word. Born and raised in central California farm country, to a family of lower middle class means, educated in public schools in whose bathroom stalls she was deflowered as unceremoniously as a pig ta
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I'm fascinated by Don's evolution . . .
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I didn't much care for the graveyard anymore now that so many people I knew where layin' in it.
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The bull had flesh of a deep red that turned black where the massive muscles knotted. Colt thought of the way blood turns black when it pools too deep. There was nothing but muscle, an intricate network of coarse fibers woven tightly and wrapped in a thin
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He boarded the wrong plane. (Hey, it could happen. Maybe not after 9/11, but certainly before)
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The magician was bereft. What's a magician without a hat?
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I sneak glances of her unhooking the clasp, taking it off, so that her back is bare, and I can see the muscles, the bones underneath move as she puts the new one on...
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Dead drunks sing Christmas/
songs-
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Suicide was on his bucket list. Redeeming a lost soul was on hers. If not for the train drivers' strike they might have met.
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The figure was covered in a light blue chenille bathrobe, splayed out on her back on the floor by the glass door, her hair done up in large curlers, a slipper lying askew by her left foot. Richie crouched near the face and the rancid flame of bourbon lea
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We all know that sometimes miracles happen and sometimes they don't. Some days are good and some days go by slowly as the fatigue sets in and he realizes that he is fighting cancer.
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Ben Clarone watched Dan Arris get into the Brighton Beach Car Service car and leave the departure zone of the Pan Am Worldport terminal at JFK. Ben’s rare all wood contrabass clarinet, which his repairman, Sal Frompini, had spent the last six hours adjust
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What a nation!
First we lost our money
Now we’ve lost our funny
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... he could feel the pointed picket spears.
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