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Usually the predawn light means bedtime for wicked guitar players, but not that bloody Sunday.
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The giant hurled threats and insults. He brandished a knife that was a foot long.
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We eat, sleep, play Scrabble on our iPads, and go down to breakers at sunrise and sunset. The sunset is spectacular.
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Follow the money. It seeks/
the lowest of the low and finds them here/
in an embarrassing abundance.
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my stomach is empty, but it is my eyes that are hungry
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I realize I am standing with my hands on my naked hips, my panties and shorts are clumped around my left ankle.
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On the usefulness of hands.
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We can’t just bomb Berlin or Dresden,/
Nagasaki or Hanoi, to make things safe
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He ran over our elderly neighbor Lenard, but not on purpose, or at least not as far as we could tell; there wasn't any yelling, I mean, and he didn't look happy when he got out of the car, though who could really tell through a bear costume.
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One day, my feet and hands got into an argument. My feet argued that they were superior because they were not only the foundation of my body, but the cause of its mobility. They were modest in size, yet supported and transported an entire body that towered over them.…
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...come come come come...
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a fat crow rapturously caws over its good fortune...
not a morsel left on the street,
not even a bloodstain
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It all began with me. I was first and for many years, the only.
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powerless against the memory of the earth-bank and the river flows, through a susurrus field of a million quills
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for spirits and demons have no life/
but what imagination gives
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Although it was unlikely that she would witness mobsters racing up or down Wabash Avenue with guns ablast, she paced behind the hotel's ground-floor glass eyeing traffic for fifteen or twenty minutes . . .
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She rubs her head into mine...
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"They called him a syllannibal: a person who eats his own words. The only words he ever ate, however, were the ones he had written."
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the brain plays impish tricks/
and entertains itself with avant garde/
home movies
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Each memory of Fall reminds me of the harvest; Surely this is not a thought to turn the thought of dying. Black the turning point, there is a glint at the tip of the wing: Perhaps it rises from its cinders as I wish when I was waning, …
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Through the Walmart parking lot
they came...
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aquatic, free-swimming or earth-bound
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Just drank / The last of the eggnog
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... black holes suck in matter and supernovas explode.
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A retired feminist literary agent named Jackie and her boyfriend, Jock, were on board. Jock was kind as one might expect of a man traveling with a feminist, and Jackie was happy yet stern. She mentored me one day over lunch.
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“It’s lost. Lost and gone. Forever. My love for you. I’m sorry.”
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The first years of her life she had been owned by a bear hunter and trained to hunt bear, a terrible turn of luck for her.
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