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The field opens up to us like something born.
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... tomatoes swelling and turning pink...
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Somehow, random phrases and sentences from the stories, comments and profile pages were generated as “replies”.
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I have, for example, watched Stanley Kubrick's "The Shining" 117 times.
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When the snow reached the windowsills I was no longer a virgin.
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We were the same and different. I was wild, wild, and she was calm. A pair of dolls we were. Holding hands in thin white dresses. Running through fields. Spying on boys. Making small things from grass and weed and wildflower. One day (it was a Tuesday) al
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Then the moon cried real white tears.
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not enough of us / destroy / what we create
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When my husband died, I was in bed with his brother.
Ricky and I had been married six years, three months and two days when his little brother, Ben, and I gave in to the lust that just would not go away in spite of our prayers and tears.
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From the way she scooped him from his buggy, shushed him, kissed his tears and hugged him...
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Alone he waited in dimness, studied smooth wooden walls and traced their polished patterns.
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Although decades have passed since I last tasted lysergic acid with diethylamide flavoring, I cannot fail to remember the tasting.
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and there is no climbing up/
to any height, and the sun/
is cloaked by cloud,
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My life is life in shape alone./
The substance leaks away like blood/
removed by the embalmer’s art.
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Hers is the kind of crazy that can't be masked. She's worn it on her sleeves since tenth grade.
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I have bathed in patchouli oil and my heavy hair is lustrous from brushing. I am wearing my gold ankle bracelets with the ruby charms that my love gave me when we had been married one year. My robe is fuchsia silk and under it I wear black satin…
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Should I have shooed the cats from my bed? Shaken awake the silky tangle of feline true love curled at my feet? Shut their bedroom door against them? Perhaps, maybe, I don’t know.
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everything plus zero stays the same
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“Your sister is a slut,” said Ma to me over supper.
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I hit the pole near Whited Avenue a year to the day.
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Accept that your husband's heart always belonged to his first love. You should've noticed sooner because she works in your building and won't look you in the eye. She takes the stairs because you ride the elevator.
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I told mamma I was leavin’ you –/
you and your hard drinkin’, devil/
writin’ ways,
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your mania for sentences / has dried up your heart
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"You are not a vintage radio. Not even close."
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There's no surcease from heat, no "cool of the evening," like the songs say about summer in the South. Those songwriters sat under fans in the Brill Building in downtown Manhattan.
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They lie down in the prairie grass and clutch each other, imagine dying under fat clouds.
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Christmas Eve, 1989, I had dinner with John Updike.
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My wife goes away for a few days to the little town where Hitchcock filmed The Birds. Her sister goes along. When she comes back, I ask her if she had a good time, and she says no.
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