1937 21 13
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‘I love you' said the man at the book signing.
He was one of the last. The shop was closing. The staff were starting to turn off the lights. She was sitting in the glow of a table lamp with her latest novel in stacks around her.
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3047 21 18
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On her lunch break, she dumps Luis for Daniel Towens, the ugliest man in the county.
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1274 21 19
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I once read a book of warnings.
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1598 33 16
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It was a year of red, white, and blue bell bottoms, chokers, and mini-skirts. It was not a decade of pink stretch pants, pink sweatshirts, and pink snowsuits.
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1508 21 18
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There can be no convergence./
There is only the talking that talks about/
an angle of sight nothing else can share.
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1974 36 16
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We sat under the broken umbrella, its flowered fabric hanging limp on one side. The rain fell softly at the edges of our backs. I kissed his hand, the one without fingers (not a casualty of his job, only of birth). My lips pressed what I couldn't say into his…
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1474 36 16
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A forgotten sprinkler is going in a neglected flower garden, water overflowing the bent wood borders and flooding the ground on either side.
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1959 14 10
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...what will happen to me buying drugs on the street, at night...?
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2396 23 16
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Boxing Gloves for when...
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1555 27 19
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We are not alone, not as alone as we think.
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1465 8 3
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My resistance sublimates. There is a long instant of absolute relinquishment, in which I imagine droplets of water plinking into my lungs in a slow, musical fashion, like icicles melting in a perfect cave.
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2501 32 15
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He wanted to walk in, take off his scrubs, and not have to look at pictures of peaches.
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998 19 20
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It was a pleasant time, my thoughts were mostly good ones, with little effort wasted on regret.
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2064 24 16
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tiny bits each one found meant something had blown apart. that someone was no longer with us. but somewhere that things were crawling towards unity again. another gun had been fired. would peace always start over? it's funny how it will. a hand…
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2607 24 18
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A landscape has the tendency to take on new dimensions when night comes.
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1804 35 17
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She said this is our abode and it sounded like a warble and she made a sweeping gesture with her arm and the boy started to cry.
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1376 24 19
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Now when she speaks to him, he no longer responds with an interrogative but rather a cheery, "You're absolutely right, dear" or "I'll get right on it," or "What a great idea!"
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1772 10 7
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Now, these explosions announced, political bribes and propaganda weren't going to be enough to push things through. There would need to be survival from blunt force trauma and fear tactics, a relentless forward march
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2035 48 17
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Every one of them will tell you I drank so much malt liquor I could barf up a distillery and that wouldn’t be a lie.
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1978 29 16
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Moving is like moving upstream, like swimming underwater against a mighty current. You are salmon people: pink, vulnerable.
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1806 41 18
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Tap shoes are the portal to the opening of heavens that will ignite me with the highest voltage of electricity, give me the gift I was meant for at birth. Prophecy.
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1744 33 18
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Chelsea's breasts are more the size of tangerines, but he likes them. He likes that she smells like Fruit Loops and that her front teeth overlap slightly. Her mouth is glossed. He slips his tongue inside.
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1916 23 16
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... I know all about ax murderers because Elmo, my uncle by marriage to my sister who never had any sense was one. He done killed six women in a farm outside of Topeka in the space of they say three minutes, including my sister and her bingo friends . . .
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1362 17 7
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After not going out for weeks, I went to a bar and met an electrical engineer, a motorcycle racer who raced in the Black Hills, a Renaissance man, in a relationship with a young married woman, and I told him about the toad.
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1787 26 18
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I am complicit in the darkness
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2975 27 13
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Co-written with Bobbie Ann Mason
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1923 22 17
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I stare, out a dirty window, / into the sanitary blackness.
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1596 26 19
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For my father, my best buddy.
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2295 16 18
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Every year people came from as far away as Des Moines and Halifax for Elephant Day. They came to see the elephants.
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2054 20 19
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A portrait of my sweetheart drawn while she is asleep: a passed-out angel illuminated by the light of dawn coming in from the bathroom window, one of her shoes missing.
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