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Maybe she would get married and have a baby, she said. Not with me, I said
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Put down your bazooka, Marianne.
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Ed wants to watch the last half of the football game. His wife wants him to mow the lawn.
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To See Who's There Able these days to search through centuries, I click, scribble, cut and paste, skim, reject, record, resurrect a wet stone wall, the smell of burning peat. Bob's your uncle, Peggy's …
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“Last night the Scots invaded Sweden,” I wrote, “to retrieve the silver filched from the Irish the Norwegians had in their coffers when Sweden conquered. The Swedes offered the Nobel to a Scots writer to keep ... the peace."
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"Why so ornery?" she asked.
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When I was young I used to carry a butcher knife to bed. My grandmother placed it in my small hands before tucking me in.
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Mark Strandover decadesa steady diet of dictionenlarged his heartone day it just burstRobert Frosta crazy ideathat he couldbuild a wallwithout mortar tookpossession of his mindhe piled stoneon stone higherand higher untilthey toppled overcrushing him beneath Wilfred…
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She stuffed the stars down her stockings
and left;
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If this was the day when the bribes of whiskey and US dollars would fail to work. If on this day a black bag, smelling of shit and fear, would be pulled over his head – the bloodied roots of a knocked out tooth tickling his neck.
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Arriving at the pier I see a sailboat in dead wind.
"That is pathos," Magritte says,
pointing to a barnacle.
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The tailfins of our ’57 Plymouth Fury dip and rock from the stress: Three boys—say no more?—jumping into the car. And Dad, loading suitcases into the trunk, working them around the steel cooler heavy with Cokes, root beers, ice. He slams the trunk lid dow
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This is not a story you expect to end at Cape Horn.
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I always wanted to head on up to New York City and be taught by a decent painter, but as time kept on trucking, it became clear that that was just a big dream that would not shake out and I'd never be a real artist because I was shy of the money I'd need to stay up there in…
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Regrets lined behind him like crossties on a railroad track.
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She locked herself in the bathroom,
turned on the tap and poured lavender Suave shampoo
all over them and rinsed them till they no longer
bled. She took off all her clothes and tried on a
pair, turning in front of the mirror, thrusting her
hips, pout
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I liked the taste in my mouth, mint and cigarettes and fresh and filthy.
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Donnie remembers just in time. So we run practically every stop sign and red light in town, and get there just before they close.
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Mariposa, the skinny hound, crawls out from under the trailer
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No jobs except drinking...
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The art of boozing can't redeem a bastard.
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I’m practically naked; coral sundress, very damp panties, black with lace insets. I know I still smell like pussy.
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Lately he's been wanting to write about love...
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My father brought home a turquoise Porsche with red leather upholstery. My sister and I were small, eight and six, and fit tightly in the jumpseats behind my parents.We went for a ride, tooled around Rome, circled the Colosseum, showing off for the people looking. My father…
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Let’s face it, there are simply too many things too know these days.
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“What sort of truck was it in Texas?” Carlisle says.
“Small as truck goes,” Mill says. “Smaller than a full-size pick-up.”
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Nobody goes over there cause that’s where the body was found. A little one. Half in and half out the water, waded up like paper.
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In a rousing show of support for guns and the owners who love them, the Legislature passed and Governor Greg Abbott gleefully signed a law proclaiming April 15 as Take Your Gun to Work Day in Texas.
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I said, “Marcy, Source Almanac is a guide for the Apple.”
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It is with great sadness I announce the passing of Ann Bogle on February 28, 2023 after a brief illness. Ann was longtime contributor and editor of these pages and a champion of small press and emerging writers.I knew Ann since the late 1970's when she was an undergraduate…
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