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“It smells like turkey,” she said, rubbing her one good eye.
“No. I think it’s more like mutton,” I reply, tugging the lapels tight.
The steam rose from the corpse in ripples, the matted fur stiff, stuck together in places. Where it came from we had no
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They sang and clapped and stomped shod feet on hardwood floor, the smell of man sweat and bomb-making thick as perfume.
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After a quick lunch of baby carrots and iceberg lettuce I sipped down the road to the liquor store and stocked up on a dozen bottles of Old Rasputin and a copy of the "Irish Times."
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She sat adjacent to the bottle of Rioja, half-consumed, and as the week passed the dust settled on her like the faintest covering of snow.
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Red-bricked houses and four boys running rampant, singing, “armored cars and tanks and guns.”
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There was a moment when I expected you to murder me in my sleep.
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In my pocket, my fingers rubbed lint and thread together, a complete absence of coin.
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Post the absolutism, the fall.An upside down apple is a fragileImage and Nation together createN-trop(-e) chér my dear.Gallivanting about the frosted country-SIDE of lamb with mint sauce for afters.Ministrations to the dead.The body empty-D of all blud, dryin the cold…
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Running the gauntlet to the toilet in the dark meant finding a way past the loose boards and the possibility of being caught and dragged under like a drowning victim. No lifeguard stood sentinel on the landing, only the bitter light of the single bulb—40w
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O’Riain was an old-school teacher, trained by savages, who drummed learning into the skulls of Ireland’s youth.
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After the box was in the ground, we dumped the soil on top and patted it down tightly in case the bird came back to life and haunted us.
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Hope, like a hangover, coiled and crawled from the bed. A pillow. Make-up streaked painter’s palette and the refracted light from the pond a half-mile away, some scurred and big-puffed clouds sadly tolling by.
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At eighteen he did 500 push-ups a day, loving the burn of lactic acid in his muscles.
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The hose was used to suffocate the parish priest.
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I remember how he’d mop up the oil from the sardine can with his bread and smack his lips together in delight at the taste.
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