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When Ryan isn’t around, those of us who know him lament that he peaked at 17, at Disney World.
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It was Christopher who got her thinking about the Jews again. He had left the same day they did, and so all were connected in her mind, as if together somehow. She read his letters half-wondering if he would mention them, wanting to know if the Jews were
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This morning I heard her downstairs trying to get away silently. I knew she would write a short goodbye note. I knew it would tell me her reason for leaving —she had to be free of my indifference. I dressed, finished my coffee, backed out of the driveway and went to…
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This latest married man who lives at a great distance has leeched her energy in that very particular way such men do. Next to him, I am as interesting as long division.
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Let routine/
propel you through/
the day after/
the day before.
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The patient people who work with the insane are not my kind of people. They are too entertained by the oddness of the inmates and act with a superior sense. I, on the other hand, am odd myself, searching for adherents to my view. The inmates knew me as such and agreed…
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She stepped out of her panties. She spread her arms wide. "Take me!" she sang.
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A response to Darryl Price's "Hello Is All There Is".
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“When he felt most loved, he felt most _ burdened.” Stephen Dobyns When she loved him she burdened him. She knew he felt a pull but he always resisted it. They went to an old refurbished hotel in Venice and asked if they might see the rooms. …
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We are infused with fear and dread/
of the world we won’t engage/
except through flat screens and remotes,
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I am eternal/
as long as the power holds
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He kissed her tits and thought of art
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I go to the seaand turn myself over in my hand like a shell: a hollow conch carried on the resonance of a song long past its singing. My heart is a well and this city, one that is forever in drought.
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the doomed, but splendid,
first year GT40.
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Papadad has one good eye. The other fell out during a rant and has since been replaced by a rifle scope, which he uses to scrutinise enemies.——Papadad is an authority on everything, even topics he has not researched. He expatiates on these at the dinner table,…
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(I'd appreciate some feedback on this very weird story.) A Frosted Mini Wheat walks in to a bar...
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Matt was among those rare creatures; an ideal kind of reader ...
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"This story isn’t about you, even if it seems as though it is."
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Dinner conversation reminds me of the chatter of birds. Happy talk. Nothing real.
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I took Annie to the zoo, and the tigers got out. The little tigers, that is. Cubs. Two of them. The zoo employees scurried about, peeking into nooks and crannies.
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But tonight the circus is dark. She is free to go to her lover, to embrace, to float in the night sky.
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No fear of that, / he assured her,
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Determined to make this Thanksgiving more special than the last, she ponders long on how to create a chiduckey.
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I wrangle word juice
from the Oxford American, sighing at photographs of blues musicians with solemn lakes for eyes.
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Before she flushes the toilet the world is spinning.
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Suddenly a hand shot up on the other side of a hedge. “I’ll have one of those!” cried someone who remained invisible.
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With his hand, he sees through walls: from the street,
From Schonbran park, girls go to rest in his house.
They sleep off parents’ beatings. They eat.
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