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Sick of waiting for her turn, a young mother with an infant in her arms ran over to the reception desk outside the emergency room.“My baby's burning up, she needs medicine, please!” She yelled at the receptionist, but her voice was no match for the insistent…
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I'll never be able to trust anyone again.
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What would you do today if you knew your time was up
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She was sick and tired of marriage. She didn't want to be a mother, but now she was.
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In the barn loft there is something we almost remember. Something in the corn dust and the choppy surf of wooden planks under foot. Something real as the old red building itself, in my mind. Here in the loft. Something. Only it has hidden itself in the very walls and…
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It was only when blood began to drip onto the page that he realized he'd been hit.
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This morning the songbirds sang death from the sun-drenched leaves of the MacArthur avocado tree.
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Let asteroids collide and dinosaurs revive
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and, once in a rare while,/
actual pearls.
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Behind walls no one can see him.
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Something told me the glass of wine would have to wait and I listened, although for a moment it seemed as if my thoughts refused to speak to me.
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Anyone thinking they aren’t alone on life’s journey has their head up their ass.
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God, but it thundered, hammered and roared under and through us and in between our legs like a hot-trembling-mad-mustang-god-lover-dream.
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the
unutterable
things of
this
world
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I saw you in the produce aisle on Sunday. I was the redhead smelling the bottom of a cantaloupe, practically rimming it.
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But who am I kidding. We aren’t in love. Being in love is for high schoolers or middle aged divorcees exploring their sexuality. Our love is real, sweaty, backwards, forwards, angry, trusting. We love as you only can after seeing someone at their best and
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My imagination reminded me that all of this, the two of us in the loft and the author who was struggling to face the reality of writing another novel, was a gift of sorts.
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I can only stand to listen to this music now: Avenue Georges-Mandel — yes, the street outside my window: the women and their dogs; the occasional car, the trees this September. My cloister here is quite comfortable and everyone must think I'm listening to my old…
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He can’t enlarge the rock—/
can only find its safest distance
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Whatever it is, the night vibe feeds off that disadvantage, nibbles at the desperation of those who come here.
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purely fun,
humane, scientific,
old time religious
experimentation
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When the sun saw what they was doin’, it slipped behind a sexy cloud and turned a blind eye.
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God’s hearing aid is missing
And apparently needs an enormous battery
But no one has the
heart to tell Him
because who wants to be
shouting at God?
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“Let's look,” you said and pointed softly, one by one to each room with your index finger; the bedroom, the bright …
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and heaved a grey net upon the candle lit world outside. Birds of an arrow sprang upon thin air and disappeared over the hill in a quick shortness of zoom-breath like a stiffened branch breaking . It's cold. There're …
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You always liked the color of your nose, raspberry red. It matched the glittery dazzle of your rainbow hair when the neon lights hit it just right, and man did they always hit it just right, the vibrant honey-yellow big-bird frizz and feathers, swaying to and fro as…
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What do we mean when we say that a poem is sad? I’ve read Aristotle, Kant, Croce–Benedetto, not Jim–all the big names. Nobody’s come close to answering the question.
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