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People usually take fonts for granted.
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I took a left, it's less safe
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"I remember thinking, 'Good.'
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Unapproachable... for all that.
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The bathroom faucet is leaking again. Do they make diapers for faucets?
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I fondly remember those warm, weekend evenings at twilight on the beach. After the frolic of the waves flattened, sending the surfers home and, after the last bait was spent, sending the surfcasters away, I'd set up the little, foldable, 3‘x4', rectangular stage I always…
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They sat before the fire and played cribbage. He was a good player, but not as good as she was.
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His knife enters the Maui onion. He minces garlic and applies heat to pan and melts sweet cream butter and browns the garlic first and then he adds the onion and more heat, but it's time that will surely caramelize them. Salt and pepper and splashes of wine for the pan and…
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i hear the boom boom boom
in the room room room
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A dark girl, quite poor, maybe three, maybe four, leaned on a statue of a horse and his man. (The rider rode him in place, but as if in a race.) Her dress needed patching, her heart needed smoothing. She'd tried to sell…
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It’s a bitch of a day, devious. It started out calm and then those monsoon showers hit. The lads legged it back to the vans for a bit of a warm sup. He was going to follow them. The rain machine-gunned the window.
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When Kat returned home from The East Street Wars, she learned that her epileptic lover, White Dog, died from madness
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Gorgonzola. It's what she was to bring this time. Plumtree's potted meat. What it was last time.
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but most times/
it’s just improvisation//
with phrases of unknown origin/
swirling in my head
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The wind has no voice
and yet we listen,
perhaps imagining the ramblings
of a mad man
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It is pain taking a form, Plato’s dream, born from your hands father that rejected me, giving me the color of abandonment, eyes dulled by isolation, a body deceased without life-giving touch.
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I heard a voice. It was calling me as from a far-off cloud. I listened, holding my breath, and heard it again, though fading away, barely audible. If I hadn't known my name I wouldn't have decrypted it. Three hazy syllables clearly detached with a sigh between each of them.…
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We are the same shits/
we were in the Bronze Age
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We’re lucky it/
was chunky spew,
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Here’s how you do it. First you get a ladder, a long one.
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fat furry marmots who play hide and seek
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She tells Tuesday's lover that there's nothing wrong with cheap thrills without anesthesia,
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"... he likes the hair starting to grow under my arms and he likes the smell there when my deodorant is wearing off. "
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Flames dance behind glass
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It is imperfect,/
eroded by the optics//
of light, space/
and orbital mechanics.
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in time there is nothing more important for meto write than this line. It isn't defined in the way you'd like perhaps, but it doesn't matter because it will be true, and you will be true, and I will be the message you get. Some signal has…
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Cherry was America's least favorite pie. Her mother made it every year for her father's birthday because "daddy doesn't like cake." America had to wash the bowls, the wooden spoon, the plates and finally the Pyrex dish. Her brother got to "contribute" by climbing the tree…
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