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“Susan,” he says menacingly, as if he’s a husband who’s caught a cheating wife in a discreet liaison with another man. “I thought I made myself clear about this sort of thing.”
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I stand at the edge of the water naked as a newborn. Tiny ripples lick my toes.
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These words are dripping Delaware and these words are eating your eyes.
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the observation, at the end, more/
important than the being there—
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When our kids were very young, my wife and I believed it was important to give our children traditions that they could grow up with. One such tradition that we shared each Thanksgiving was to walk down by the cliffs along the ocean. We'd all go, our kids…
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Irony is written sarcasm. Sarcasm is spoken irony: the opposite of what is meant. Catholic irony in fiction seems deeper and more related to theme. Protestant irony starts with P as do other þing.
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I try to keep myself from weeping.
We are all actors in a bad dream,
that doesn’t go away in the morning
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I haven’t read many of them, these poets
that they speak of – Whitman and his Leaves
Of Grass, Mary Oliver and her wild life
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“Who’s chasing you?”.
When the answer is ‘no one’, it’s best to drive away, like you would from a forgettable Oregon town or someone who can’t love you more than they hate themselves.
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He laughs and runs just like the other boys even though he doesn’t have a father now, just his mom.
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The winter’s too warm for the bears to sleep,
and they get up in the middle of the night
with insomnia and wander about the streets
in their pajamas, knocking over garbage cans,
looking for a midnight snack of some kind.
They’re getting kind o
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"I've been on eight blind dates in three days," she tells me. I can't quite work the math out, but somehow the combination of her wildly undulating eyebrows and harsh vocal tone manage to convince me."I can play the kazoo," I tell her. It's my one saving grace--the thing…
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The throw was the last leg of a triple play.
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The faces of the sun remain unaltered across the
seven day forecast.
I am sweat-glued to a poem, looking up at the
wall-mounted TV in a diner in the Valley
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Okay, no freaking out. I mean, this isn't a suicide note. This is suicide fiction.
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In and out of morphine dreams, he flies through the unfinished roof of Illinois sky. Below, matchbox-sized farm machines. A silo becomes his father's thermos, the silver-capped tower from which he stole sips at ten, his first secret. Back …
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Mark Reep is that stepbrother you had a thing for, the one who turned you onto Steve Vai, Stoli.
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His eyes are closed yet restless, as if too many thoughts loop beneath the lids.
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Reprisal The bomb blew away hubris, shocked the arrogant bastards into humiliated silence. None of them had experienced hunger and they'd misjudged its effect. In the lobby of the palace, dirt, plaster, glass shifted, rumbled,…
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Thus, more people can drown//
and leave their bones
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I draw your location on my thighs. It takes up both legs; it’s far. I think about showing you but something comes up. The phone rings. I tell her I don’t want to donate to the PBA.
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Everything is at sixes and sevens.
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At first, it was tedious, those long Russian names, the convoluted story, but recess after recess he stayed in and became enchanted
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Noon sun, like a restless master
on my back
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Even word dancers need rest.
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It’s so uncomfortable being an Angel in a sack
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