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"For God's sake," my mother said. "There could be anthrax in the candy."
My mother worried about me going out on Halloween.
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I'm delighted to report that I've come up with my own school of thought. It's called, "Dress Like a Cat Until You Get What You Want."
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This is my house. You park in the back.
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This is a picture of flowers and hands.
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that we, nature's children, shall never forget our origin, bearing ever witness to the ocean washing his gifts onto the land
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Paul brings home Thai take-out for dinner. I spoon pad thai onto Ella’s plate, then cut the noodles into inch-long sections so she doesn’t choke.
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It's Halloween again, the season when my mother died.
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She walked, thighs flaming fire-cold, without complaining or grumbling or cursing the goddamn Midwestern winters the way the others did.
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Artie invited me to go with him to pick out a Halloween Pumpkin for the house. I had recently moved into a communal living situation and we were still getting to know each other. Artie was the kind of person who made a special occasion out of ordinary life. Why…
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Blood had soaked through his Converse All-Stars, and into his cotton sox. It was the smell of metal, of iron more specifically, that nudged his mind out from the fog of shock and denial, closer to the reality of his circumstances.
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“Phennias Jessup is his name. That’s his death’s head scroll, an hourglass, bats, spirals and angel’s wings on either side of the top part of the stone. "
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"So," she addressed him, "what are you going to be for Halloween?"
"I'm not dressing up this year," said Bentley, gray-sky eyes straight ahead.
"You're kidding me," she said. "You're absolutely joking."
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“Dying isn’t so bad. In fact, the only downside is there’s no coming back, unless you’re a Buddhist. And Buddhists don‘t even want to come back. Besides, you’re not a Buddhist. You‘re just an asshole, Fred.”
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You may gather from me
the spring of my youth
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And it whispered like any wood. And the blade moaned when he got too deep and tried to cut too much. And as the dead parts of him came off, in tendrils and dust, the man's chest began to move, like the hands around his heart had let go.
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