936 6 5
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Forget the salt erasure of Carthage,/
all the Meso-American artifacts/
smelted to float the Armada
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161265
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We didn't wear shoes in the summer, except for Sunday school and church. The soles of our feet were black and tough as shoe leather.
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13065
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115465
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“You look so … distinguished.
My!” she said.
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129985
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—Mazel tov, schmazel tov!
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16894
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120565
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A human being is here. He doesn't disappear
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131064
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... he could feel the pointed picket spears.
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8994
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147354
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He reveled in the chase, giddy when just out of arm’s reach. When to catch him, that was the question.
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118955
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Eat blueberries every day and you'll live to be a 92 year old mogul. Really.
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177964
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The day the thinking factory imploded everyone for miles knew there was a problem. The sound of the walls crumbling in upon themselves was heard for miles, or perhaps it wasn't.
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265134
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1728134
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. . . she didn’t bow her head.
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138894
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This guy struts and never walks, and while doing so he reads and sends text messages and emails from his smart phone and so never walks in a straight line.
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149175
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I am standing in the kitchen, kneading dough, because this is one way to say sorry. This is way to say, things will be different now, look.
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138985
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The strange bones of language
wander the room.
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"MAN S FEET HAVE GROWN/SO BIG THAT HE/FORGETS HIS LITTLENESS"--DON MARQUISA Century of Art by Darryl Price"Man's feet have grown so big that he forgets his littleness."--Don Marquis Everything in this chummy little place talks to your face without stopping to…
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139965
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She’s not coming today. She didn’t come yesterday either.
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130674
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We are all in big trouble. Here's some fiction to let your soul experience the beast.
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1330114
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Sunset swoony love waves
crash over me and I forget why
I didn’t say yes sooner
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128165
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Certain disorders lend themselves to poetics.
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159184
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Fred's ruined face stared back at him from a fractured, mold-spotted mirror. The remains of breakfast pooled around his feet and a pair of lace panties clung to his shoe, glued there by God knew what. Bits of flesh were stuck between his yellow teeth, alo
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then all crawl out from the wreckage
to begin a dance lasts all night
so by morning we'll be tired
surprised we're still upright
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It was the first time I had ever seen a possession.
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1633105
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Truth came out of it, a little bug that hovered there...
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My name is Wanda McClure and I lived in the foothills of Eastern Kentucky. A small town miles off the interchange, and mostly in the middle of nowhere. I lived in a trailer. I was 52 years old.
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123255
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This was not the bar that the artist usually frequented.
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It was a lover’s dark. They had been talking for hours when daylight lost interest and had gone elsewhere for sport.
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Is that who we are as a nation, or was that day an aberration?
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