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There’s / no crying in poetry!” says Coach / Bukowski
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The scent of fresh cut grass./
The idiot sense of accomplishment/
mowing the lawn can bring.
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After the funeral there was a luncheon in the church basement.
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“Spare change?” he asked the couple heading into the cineplex. They glanced at his brother, saw something was wrong with him, then at him, noting his dirty and disheveled state. They passed without a word, not even a head-shake.
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The courts had scheduled the date long ago but the time, an hour always left to the warden, had yet to be decided.
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He would lean on his window sill in the evening and watch the whores. They wore gaudy clothes and too much makeup.
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Her addiction started with dry roasted nuts, and quickly jumped to peanuts. At her worst, she was consuming a large glass jar of peanuts daily. She loved while hating their salty taste and greasy feel, the repetition of tossing them into her mouth. …
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It felt like I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, like I’d walked into a house that looked like mine, but belonged to someone else.
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Tell Bono I want my seventy bucks back.
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Watching water fall in the longest waterfall/
becomes immediately tedious
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One day my wife got so mad at me she raked her fingernails down my face.
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His face was cold and hard as marble. Rudy’s angular features shuddered and twitched in the darkness.
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“Why, you tell a story,” one young fellow said. The expression on his face said “How gauche, how passé!”
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I arranged all my books before you came, /
so that it appears I read some more than others.
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There were trees where I lived
and clean pavement
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I am long of tooth, too, and when I go, maybe a box with my ashes inside will join the boxes containing the cats’ remains.
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Our lips can touch, just touch. Our lips can touch, but they can't really touch.
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Suddenly there was a crash of thunder, and they raised their eyes for the first time heavenwards. That was the beginning of what we call civilisation. - adapted from Prolegomena to Work in Progress — Stuart GilbertIt's the third year of the third millenium,…
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Where we live, at the edge of the foothills at the east edge of town, fire is always a worry during the summer, and this has been an exceptionally dry year.
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After my father moved in with his girlfriend, my mother sold the split-level and rented a two-bedroom in an apartment complex rife with divorced mothers and the under-employed.
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My heart beat someone up the stairwell.
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Why was the broom late for work?
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Your writing offended the editors greatly, and we would select certain word choices we disliked, but we truly hated every word, including mere articles, prepositions, and conjunctions.
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Millie was a good woman, Bobby said. A good Christian woman. Well, I said, you can’t hold that against her.
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Mama's good at finding things, but hardly ever what she's looking for.
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It's that quiet comfortable darkness. One should feel it often and necessarily.
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There is a tall and leafy tree in our backyard. Also a bride, a groom, and a chicken.
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