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Lydia let the grease cool in her frying pan. She drank three cups of coffee and had to lie down.
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Her voice mail announced: “I’m coming for three days...Make sure the dog hair’s cleaned up, I have allergies.”
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"So, is this the datgum exit?"
"Grumphfr exit fregerrock." (This response means either yes, it is, I told you that ten miles ago, or, no it's not, I told you that ten miles ago, depending if it’s the right exit or not.)
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it came
home to roost
as a URL on the
PDA of the UPS
man in crisp
khaki shorts
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said you loved me
told some jokes
aren’t you dying?
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Mother saw and swung. It was a talented slap. The kind which left white welts and then dissolved to venom in your veins. The inside of your cheek puckered and bloated.
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Mort’s hand-mind suffered electrifying-absence-emptiness; no wife.
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Ted rose and began searching cushions of the bad furniture in his loft (Monte's loft, if you thought in terms of leases and rent and who had his shit together). Three shineless quarters in the yellow vinyl chair, a dime in the heater, nineteen cents in t
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I've come three thousand miles to watch my father die.
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Tia who, flanked by geriatrics in black on a lawn full of wreaths, chose that particular moment to show me her ring. She’d turned the Montgomery-Smith memorial service into an engagement party. An engagement party with a body count.
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his big Pinocchio nose, and how he shoots the lions and tigers with his white wood trim
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Berto had come to live with me a month earlier. He’d been cursed by being the favored child of our parents. Their indulgence resulted in a 40 year old man and heroin addict from age 17 and all that accompanies such an existence such as thievery, larcen
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Sands In Time by Julie Noble As surreptitious as the crab creeping sideways under your patient observation, the sun has inched its way round the sky, echoing exactly the rugged curve of the Bay, and is now preparing itself for the evening slide. In its rich,…
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As I stood in my mother’s closet with my niece Chloe, and read the letter aloud, I was shocked to discover I had shared with my mother details about my love life.
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We see only the results which a man's choices make out of his raw material . . . when his body dies all that will fall off him, and the real central man, the thing that chose, that made the best or the worst out of this material, will stand naked. All sorts of things…
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