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The cell was crowded, barely enough room to swing a cat.
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My wife makes coffee naked. Didn't used to. Back then, before the accident, she hated her body. Says that's why she gave it to me. She's serious about it too. The coffee, I mean. Developed a whole ritual around buying, measuring, pouring. Every day it's the…
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The dowdy woman in fart nailed the vim.
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Larry’s unwashed hands held a cardboard sign. Two largely printed words that would, every now and then, elicit a thumbs up. “Got Pot?” was the only question he really wanted an answer to.
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It's not that you want to be silkworm all your life. That's what I'm telling my on-again-off-again girlfriend aboard the plane. Her name is Phoebe as in that song about a girl who lived in her own world within the shell of another. Phoebe, I'm saying, to bridge distances…
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Eddie Dorsett was a dumb kid. Nobody could dispute it. More than that, Eddie Dorsett was a fat, slothful, whining, shilly-shallying, phlegmatic zero of a kid, the lowest of the third-graders for certain and a prime contender for the lowest of the entire R
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The new poetry
comes in shining
metal boxes
covered in glass
so you can peer in.
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John Lipkin took a drag off his cigarette and rummaged through his desk drawer looking for pot. There wasn't any. He remembered looking last night, but he looked again now. There wasn't a damn thing, just some stems…
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And you should know, every woman smiles at a man buying flowers, because … we can imagine. We can only hope.
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A lowing cow cracked open the darkened room like the yawn of a gravid alien.
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I lock the last of the beer and wine doors and head back to the cash register. Our clocks are not on bar time so I only have a few minutes. I check the till. A stack of ones and three fives. Enough to break a twenty, but looking bare. The parking lot's empty. The air…
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Nights this husband returned home still hungry sometimes, even for her forearms against his own
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I’ve always missed the mountains, but I didn’t know it until I saw them.
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I may have walked across the sacred line
That separates me from the rest of mankind
But I already paid my dues
So, what club do I get into?
When I wake up
And the wild rain of dreaming
Ends
I discover that
Guilt is just another four-le
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I climb up on the sofa and stand next to him. I smell something.
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His granddaughter, Ivy, sat on his knee looking at an old photo album she found under the couch during one of her afternoon explorations. She made him wipe off the dust and cobwebs before he took her through all the pictures, per normal protocol. The albu
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On September 12th, 2011, the ban on deer hunting became official. Apparently, the hunting and killing of deer had become too cruel.
The ban had been a long time in the making. Ever since man began hunting deer way back in the day—somewhere between a fe
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Jody wakes some days with pieces missing.
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dreaming in my cartoon life
the car lifts its legs
a hundred feet in the air
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I pass the Grief Benches on my way to work. No one is on them today. Last night I saw a couple there, him wet eyed and her with her head down. She scrunched her eyes tight as I passed and I remember thinking she was a fraud. It's alright if you don't want
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To my right, blank stares interchange with closed eyelids on an unkempt face. The minutes drip into the endless sea of night outside the window, each time creating a deeper blackness.
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The light of day is screaming,
shook by the calls of howler monkeys,
their low roar hanging in the salt,
in the black sand riding the wind,
as Playa Negra outstretches its infinite arms.
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—So much for a cocktail at the tender hour of twilight, he told the empty beer bottle.
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Didn't he have like a frog
No lips so speak of, and the weathered lizard
Look of the frequently face-lifted?
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Scratching must be like what crack is.
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Friday night in Little Italy is a big night.
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Eighteen-year-old Svetlana Kabalevsky was now the widow of the poet Dmetri Kabalevsky, soon to be another widow-whore on the Moscow highway.
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Greta asked me to slow-dance with her. This was bold behavior for 1960. and she looked me in the eye when she asked..
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“Hi. I’m Rita Bates,” I had said. “Can I sit here?
The boy who introduced himself as Thomas told me I could, so I did, and his friends all introduced themselves in turn. Around the table there was Bev, Ernest, someone whose name started with an F – maybe
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