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Fred's ruined face stared back at him from a fractured, mold-spotted mirror. The remains of breakfast pooled around his feet and a pair of lace panties clung to his shoe, glued there by God knew what. Bits of flesh were stuck between his yellow teeth, alo
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What does God find abhorrent?
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When he leans back from the telescope through which he had been looking, he sports a derby and a Hercule Poirot moustache.
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The man who put up the clothes line left his kids upstairs at night and came down to my bed.
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"Is a dream a lie if it don't come true, or is…
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My relationship with Uzma exists on several levels, from basic to abstract, from animal magnetism to spiritual journey.
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Flu Fighters
Hood Ornament
Good Hydration
Jacques Strappe
Tar and Feathers
Bad Oyster Band
Mysterian and the Skid Marks
Nimble Candle and the Streakers
Uniball and the Supporters
The Skinny
Rubber Band
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The sea dies where a cello torques on sand, leaving me without its compass. An old clock sings.
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**I think Bridgestone Tire borrowed this story for a commercial. Maybe not, see video and decide.**
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Did I knowingly choose to enter Gloria’s garden and the warm, dark, hollow spaces she offers? Or is it something else that draws me?
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Mayumi could see as far as her eyes could, all the buildings hugged by the trees. Roads stretching outward as if reaching for something far away.
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She was washing the dishes in the sink, (you're not going to start with a pronoun, are you? Give her a name, for God's sake!) Kate was washing dishes in the sink, (where the hell else is she going to wash dishes? In a creek?) Kate was washing dishes (was…
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Oh sweet, sweet morning light
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You know, the kind of venom between women that is invisible to men.
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I am in the bad habit of telling people they are the scum of the earth.
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Today the isobars are far apart.
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It ain't the steak, it's the sizzle.
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The space they are in is years long.
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Johnny K. didn't much like taking his exotic drugs any more. He now thought that the common reality was already an intense enough trip without wrapping it all up in enough gauze to cause permanent daydreams to the head. He liked his cheap hamburgers…
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If you were a painter,
and I a poet,
we could have conversations
about Picasso and Bukowski,
and how neither one
took a sober breath.
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He'd hug us against our wishes when we tried to get a better look at his cart, his odor a mix of sweet and sour and stink.
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Finding a soft pink blanket I prepared a place by the dirty window where he watched his world from a corner of his life.
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Son, could you please step out of the car?
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My grandmother and her children spent six weeks living in barns, then were taken for a three day nightmare ride in hot cattle cars to Auschwitz.
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I climb up on the sofa and stand next to him. I smell something.
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My mother gave her all to convince him to be a politician. My sister begged on bleeding knees for him to give her head. I just needed somebody to help me find things.
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And so, many ideas and stories and wonders crash onto the shores of my conscience...
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Is death like standing in a room at night and turning off the lights? You would still hear your breathing. You hold your breath. Silence. Darkness. Yet you feel gravity, your feet on the floor. Then the air brushes your skin. Remove the air,…
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Regret takes the shape of little clouds ...
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The lace fell through the fingers, wrinkled and nimble they had become too used to avoiding the finite objects in life which needed attention. The white cotton sat loosely on her shoulders, the collar exposed the skin which had become dry and her shoulder
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