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We are a city of overworked workers.
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We all have our place
But it’s always there, isn’t it
Streaming throughout our lives
The light of the face
Where most of the soul comes to rest
We see it best when the hard wind blows
Cause in the course of events
The wind will know our
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So you don't want to give your dog an ordinary name like Fido or Spot. And you love books. So, naturally, you turn to your favorite literary classics when it's time to name the new puppy. The result? This list of actual canine names inspired by literature (from…
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Yellow glioblastoma in a vegetable brain-stem..Gentlemen, I give to you the cauliflower.
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You don't deserve this poem and I don't deserve to write it. Whatever time we have left is way better spent sitting in a sunny garden with a good interesting book and with a beautiful golden delicious apple to bite into. But…
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Hot sweaty bodies slam into each other to get aboard the overflowing subway car. I struggle to wedge myself though the sliding doors, bracing for more bodies to press against mine. The passengers in front of me suddenly stop and fan out.
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(and the teacher’s voice, which we realize has just faded in at a drone:)
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Endurance wears the soul thin.//
The hour to succumb ticks ever closer.
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I had never been to the city of K. before, having just flown in on business the other night, and so imagine my surprise at seeing my parents, waiting at a bus stop just a few blocks from my hotel.
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Karin sat down. Her heart beating fast, she clutched her chest. “I’m in over my head.”
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W here do you think you're going
what'll you think you'll do
running down this highway
that you never even knew
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before five/glancing down Academy Street/sloping west to where the tracks crossed/twisted tangled metal on wheels.
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Demeter's daughter comes to her when swings From green turf, all that keener hearth, whose brown Had been more mournful, in its nuptial's crown, Than all the transit buds that seed each Spring: When I, or we, say lateness brings recall, Of…
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We met at a bar
We didn’t get far
We went to her car
Then back to the bar
I played guitar
She was a rock star
We met at a bar
We didn’t get far
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The careful paths of larger versions gave me enough time to think, to sense their fears from pauses between footsteps, and prepare those minutes, hours, weeks before they decomposed into my whole.
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Perhaps my grandparents, Fred and Lela, when they were growing up....
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This tall, very fair, very blonde, very female, very feminist friend of mine, with a smile the moon and stars must take lessons from. . . .
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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
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Dear Fictionaut Family,Some of you may recognize my name and remember reading my work, some of you may have joined more recently and be wondering what the hell I'm doing addressing you directly. I began writing on Fictionaut in 2010, during four years as I was fragmenting…
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“In other words you're going to lie through your teeth..."
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[WE'LL LET *YOU* BE THE JUDGE!]
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This is the hole I fell in. I can sort of crawl out of it now, but I must have fallen fastasleep in there. Does it really matter if it was for a long or a short time? Everyone is suddenly gone like a smile and replaced lately by sadly different versions…
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After oh so many hours
the eyes could only close
only to view a Ritz cracker
marching on a nose
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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Street by street, non-combatants ran away. Each one passed by the Society and law enforcement screaming.
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medieval the new:/days of rational belief/and mythical thought.
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My blood has turned to flour I've been in Babylon too long My heart was singed by fire But it's drowning in my song We raised a prayer to Mary We had to take our share We took our places in the ferry But we didn't pay the fare And we don't know…
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The car was a two-tone black and white Chevy...
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I was born into a perpendicular world
I held Vertigo in my arms once
And gave her a good squeeze
That she just couldn’t get out of her head
Then she would follow me around the perimeter
Where my breath was being held
Against my will
Ah,
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