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We have rhythm; in the way I fork lentils into her dropped lip, how she scratches her left temple with jagged fingernails.
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This was the tale Einstein told us about these paintings by Lenin...
I was going through Lenin's jewelry and his paintings with a team of experts. I got the idea that I was hired to verify his paintings, although I didn't know he painted.
When
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I was so used to the silence of late summer afternoons, when I could roll my hoop through the empty, sunlit piazzas without meeting another shadow, that at first I mistook the footsteps for the beat of a metronome spilling through an open window.
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This little six year old girl drops a penny in my jar . . . and of course I don't want her to get the wrong idea of homeless people like her parents do, so I'm real nice and say thank you very much . . .
Contains language some may find offensive.
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Maybe that’s why I agreed to get out of bed at 3am and drive fifteen miles to San Clemente, to see if the shreds of my love for you were suspended from the enormous Carrow’s sign like tattered remnants of a hawk’s kill.
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At the time I was selling swimsuits for an athletic store in Golders Green and making sure the middle-aged Jewish ladies had enough coverage for their fast weekends in Puerto Banus or Villefranche-sur-Mer.
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A hunter goes to the wild to feed his village. It's an old tale.
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Perhaps it was my painted, fleshy body they baulked at, or even my struggles with the bottle; the long nights passed out nasty drunk on the sofa, the children in bed, the fire smoldering, the television on mute.
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Our Core Values define evil as the concealment of information. And those who conceal information are evil.
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This is like getting a hand full of black slugs as a gift.
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A favourite chapter from my novella "Short Lean Cuts."
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Hounds at the horse’s feet, sniffing air and ground for a trace of the prey; fox, was it?
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The last of your tenuous septum dissolves when you press the nozzle of the neti pot against it.
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My dog Alfie and I would get in my van and go out at midnight for a doughnut. Or an éclair. A French cruller, to be exact. Sometimes we would get Blondie's Pizza on Telegraph Avenue near the Berkeley campus, if it got to be too lonely and restless at nigh
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Everyone asks that question. The short answer is: he brought it on himself.
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