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1. The Doctor Sudan, 1936 The trap was sprung! The pair of would-be plunderers hung feet-over-head in a robust net of tightly woven rope, arms and legs entangled, alarm issuing like a Klaxon from…
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Friday night, 80s halcyon,a memory of October bowling.The suburban lanes loudwith kids and kinetic releaseof balls slamming on maple.I have no footwork, no senseof release, fingers sweatyin the grips, resin droppingwith a hollow boomfollowed by derision from more adept…
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Blank space / governs the minds of small children
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So greenThe road winded its way like a terrier tail but without wagging. Cream white snow and warty as country roads are with their noisy gravel which crackled under my schoolgirl shoes. I can still hear that noise when cars pass in front of my house, the tires…
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I drive by the cemetery....
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Albert's alarm was on the verge of being dispelled by the cognac when another occurrence rattled him. In one of his vest pockets he located a short note addressed to him by Schrödinger. “—but no, this cannot be!”
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You have to play the part and be somebody else at all cost, do this from the time you wake up drink your milk first contact, mom I wish I were someone else, tell me, tell me there must be a way through the center of the doughnut hole, direct opposite of a crucifiction.…
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until the last wisps started their heartless descent
admitted by default to this curious flock
a sorority I never wanted to join
the red poison drips relentless
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Repeat after me, this Chevy Tahoe is something to behold.Flirt with the suburbs by renting a basement apartment, choke on whatever is blooming behind the drywall, drown in the greatest flood to happen this week, and pack what the wave didn't…
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Ah now, behold this bird. This silly little bird. Holding in his claw his piece of bread. His feathers white, his yellow comb. So proud to show his comb, designed to catch the eye of that other he's so attentive to. Though she indifferent…
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My heart raced. I couldn't swallow. Heat rose under my skin, sharp and disorienting. I wanted to disappear—to fold inward, to dissolve—but instead of leaving, I walked toward him.
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count vb (late 14c) “to enumerate, assign numerals to successively and in order; repeat the numerals in order”; also “to reckon among, include,” from Old French conter “to count, add up,” also “tell a…
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"...racing by like a many-headed serpent,
the hydra of Greek mythology."
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Chris and I have an understanding. We've been playing cops and robbers all morning, running around and stirring up shit.
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She’s dancing in a summer field giddy with love of Orpheus when a goddamn viper bites her bare ankle. Why not a bee or even, forchristsake, a nasty yellowjacket? She’s instantly dead.
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The ground is workable from the second week of March most years. You put a fork in by the gate and if it goes down clean and comes up without clagging you have the beds, and if it does not you wait, and I have waited fifty-three springs in this garden and have never once…
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Walking in the just-thereness of afternoon, Scrubbed out by the Tallahassee sun, Past the same Shocking banana trees that have been The most dramatic occurrences all year Since her move from the north, She thinks we must stop…
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Other therapists had their own names for it: death by mishap, inadvertent fatal impact, unintended loss of life. These were all very polite ways of describing what happens when one person, mistakenly and without malice, kills another.
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As the family gathered for cocktail hour, my nephew asked me to bring him a virgin daquiri—and I answered that I could, but by the time I brought it to him, it would just be a daquiri.
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Early one Sunday morning...
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You're the one who came here looking for me. Okay, maybe I was waiting for you, too. I hope I was. If so, I'm glad I did it. But I don't know when the magic we make together will get up and just disappear on its own one day any more than you.…
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