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I underline the passages Momma does in her Bible and circle the same words she does, of the oil Samuel uses to anoint David...
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For me, it was that kind of moment. I got to come back. I had been here before and now, well now, I could come back. I had a chance to do it all again, bigger, better and well, just better. I hoped I could remember all that I learned the first time.
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He sees how he could release the duck, imagines it winging low over the water to where the others have made it safely.
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Little mercy, ten fingers, ten toes.
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fate is an illusion we use to ease the terror of our mortality
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Above the chasm of life burn two fires
at either side of the framed painting that
stands on the pink and red plain. And inside
the painting itself an orange rain falls,
accumulating in a sea of red. Rocks can’t stand
their small shadows anymore
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The rapist was caught on December 23rd, the day before Christmas
Eve. Everyone in town was surprised to learn he had a wife and two children; a son and a daughter, the same age, and a yellow Labrador retriever.
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Schrödinger's Cat twitched and nodded as he picked up the discards, casting his mind back to 2014, when local confidence seemed at its peak . . .
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"The tundra was as cold and barren as Mother Theresa's womb."
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“Buy Shoes On Wednesday and Tweet at 4:00” is a new advice book which tells the reader the best possible time to get everything done, from flossing ones teeth to visiting Zanzibar. As a public service, I've used the information provided in that book to create an…
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When it was time to leave, she lingered beside you,
bidding you to come again.
I flicked my cat, dog tail, indifferent.
She wanted to lick your cheek.
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Hissing through the opening, the spirits have no place.
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Standing there as you walked away from me that late March afternoon, in the park off Meridian Street, the spring tableau seemed
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He picked up a pack of cigarettes and shook it. He flipped the lid to confirm there were none left.
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WAITING FOR HURRICANE DENNIS, FLORIDA 2005 With soft eyes, she quizzed, shivered, said: “Where's Dad? Where's Ric? Will you leave me here alone? Are you all going to leave? Where's Peter? Do you feel all right? We're…
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leaning over the banister, her Christmas waist making the wood swoon and creak, a warning sign if there ever was one...
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Driving alone
again
across the U.S.
I thought back
on my first relationship.
As I sd to my
girlfriend, because I was
always talking, Lynda,
I sd, which was not
her name,
the darkness surrounds
us, what can we do
against it? Or
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Sylvia Plath killed herself while her children slept upstairs, breakfast ready at their doors. Anne Sexton wanted to do it, but Sylvia got there first, making Anne just a little less remarkable, although she tried often enough, her death like a song put on repeat. …
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Does he pack you a lunch when you're running late for work? Even when you're not running late? Does he insist on regular medical check-ups, for which he'll pay because you don't have insurance? Will he disapprove of your objectionable behavior, and not turn the…
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Where in the shadows of these raw streets
does love last longer than a flyer?
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The rain is filling up my shoes,
I can’t see
through my glasses,
Rain all inside me.
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No one knew why DVices were so hard to find. No one knows for sure anyway.
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I spent the evening looking at our old pictures. /
We were never happy. I realize that now.
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eleven seconds of infamy / brought to you by Glenfidditch /who the hell filmed this?
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—Now that’s a hell-of-a-painting, Frank, he said. Those colors are engaged in warfare. How the hell did you do that?
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The elephant kept popping in and out of the savannah--which is to say, in and out of existence. It was an African bush elephant, which made this trick even more impressive.
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Picking up a perfect stranger—perfect meaning dead, in this case—and shaping him into the man you’d want him to be is not so easy.
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