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By lunch:
The dryer is an F-5 dervish of mismatched socks, blue jeans and your yellowing college T's, lovingly held onto. For a moment there is a comforting warmth and softness to their smell. In the debris strewn landscape of the living room a carcass
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“Economic Stress in the U.S. is Easing More Slowly”
brought to you straight from the office of Mumbo Jumbo
in Wash D.C. (as in Wash your Dirty Closet)
All day long the junior interns sit around their
squeaky clean, orderly desks
thinking
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You are Che. You are Ernesto Guevara and you did not die the martyr’s death in Bolivia.
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author's note: the borgs in this story have been programmed to think of themselves as IT and in speech refer to selves as YOU* Though IT too had ball and socket joints, the Borg could not sit down to face ITs inquisitor. While IT felt the need to clean up the fallen…
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She kept the list in her purse, never showed it to friends. If she knew her words would not break him, she would say, it should be stricter, not so permissive. But she didn’t.
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I was, so I was told, the product of much hard work and a lot of invasive procedures. Initially, I'm sure my parents were making love, but then came the slog, the repeated failed attempts at getting one of mother's millions of eggs fertilized. Those tadpoles just couldn't…
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John woke up in the dark and the dark was moving.
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To hell with it, I thought. If it goes in, we go in with it. Wish my ex was here.
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In eight years as a murder police I’ve authored forty-eight murders.
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A cloud of light, white smoke floated out of the driver’s side window. Nate and Zach sat on the front bench seat, talked, and puffed away. “Breath in and say Mom is coming,” said Zach.
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Garage-sale variety olive-green corduroy, elbow patches, hems too short. His jacket pocket produced answers one afternoon like strips of paper from cracked fortune cookies.
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He touches Ruthie’s hand-me-down things. They stink like the soap Ma boils clothes in and a little bit like Ruthie, too. Sweat and dirt and the way girls smell.
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The heart of those stars is a dab of yellow light.
The darkness of the blue night appears so deep
because the downward strokes of the actual sky
are interspersed with a violet that’s almost black,
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They are running the bulls in Pamplona
this afternoon and they have no idea
how to do this and they are
way too old for this
and they want to relive their youth
and run the bulls in Pamplona
They want to drink like Ernest Hemingway
and run
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