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There were days in my youth when, through no fault of their own, my parents could not drive me the seven mile trip to my elementary school. When I got older they bought me a bike and that proved duly adequate as conveyance. But when I was six years in age
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...the knives she laid out on the porch before her husband left her, washed and dried, set neatly by copper pennies.
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You cheat with a stripper--joke I told to your wife. I didn't know that she couldn't take a goof.
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Kids said the boiler room was haunted. I don’t know if it was true then but it sure is now.
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I rifled through the bedside table until I found dirty magazines
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The clarinet and the accordion are brothers, I see. Big, fat men with curly, klezmer hair.
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The squad comes upon two of the long-snouted dogs gnawing at the bloated carcass of a third.
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Quimby’s eyes lit up. “Oh, lads, there must be a thousan’ ways to die at sea! I’ve made th’ Atlantic passage a good many time; lemme recount some manners of death I’ve witnessed with mine own eyes.”
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My head is nailed to yesterday.
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if it were a child/ it would be in first grade this year
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I’ve had it to here you see.
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My tongue is clicking.
I want to act out.
I want an unprofessional bargain.
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i’m trying to remember
don’t all the best apples happen
in September?
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I charm as any stone-sculpted dream: / men grind themselves to dust on my breasts / in solitude poets spill and spew /
enraptured of my adamant clay.
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Light spreads its way across the sky like a drop of inkon dry cotton sheets:starts at one point and expandsas wind shufflesover bodies, seashoist your sailsand I'll throw this oneoverthe night can have itnowhear the waveshow they seem satisfiedwith their…
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We bobbed and weaved using our words like the sniffs of two unfamiliar dogs in a Wal-mart parking lot. Wary, but sensing we could be more than just polite neighbors, once we got past the normal darkness of strangers. There was no plot to our story yet, but we both seemed to…
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But although her culinary plans are running smoothly, my mother’s mood is lethal. Look closely and you can see thin plumes of smoke escaping from her mouth and the tips of two horns peeping between the rollers on top of her head. This is not uncommon for
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Some things stay with you. I got off the bus, petted my dog, Nick and walked in our house and saw Mother at the kitchen table, crying and clearly angry. I asked her if she was sick. She works. She said that she didn't go to work today and might not go tomorrow…
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Feelin’, feelin’ good, down-fallin’ down/rain, rain, rain came today,/wet alfresco alchemy
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My love for you is like a brick. It sits silent in me when you bring out my food at the Dine and Dart, red tray aloft, your skin gleaming like grilled onions. My love is rough around the edges but solid through the center, fresh from the kiln. My love for you is…
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tell me about the time you lived in Carolina, and what my smile does
for you.
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But Jana insisted to see this miracle, this antidote for the mundanity of existence.
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These are the small miracles we witness from my barrio stoop.
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It's not stories the quiet lack, but inclination...
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Written in big letters
Across the back window
Of an old Pontiac:
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Obituaries aren’t as much fun
as they used to be.
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Blinking, Eleanor frowned at the words she’d uttered. They were absurd… foolish. Unequivocally unscientific, but beautiful nonetheless. The notion of the sunless hours embodied as a clumsy artist struck the student as interesting.
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