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An unemployed husband finds himself stuck in the slow lane with his lesbian minister who insists on getting to a church meeting on time in the City. Afraid of getting a speeding ticket, he resists moving into the fast lane for as long as possible.
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One day a girl with blond hair was walking along the fence on the other side. There were just a handful of us left and I was the only one to notice her. I watched her. She did not see me. The next time I saw her, I went to the fence. I thought she might y
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Is death like standing in a room at night and turning off the lights? You would still hear your breathing. You hold your breath. Silence. Darkness. Yet you feel gravity, your feet on the floor. Then the air brushes your skin. Remove the air,…
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Then I heard it -- a sound like an oboe being strangled. Teeny was farting onto the cement stoop through her jeans, a tripple flutter blast.
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I always hated God for the Holocaust,
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Rose, silence her desire when she, in this moment of desire, has passed into the grey and dawdles in the margins of such a hurtful unconventionality. Bend her astray from such a becoming. It would be a horror show: intimate, endless, and bloody, just the
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She continues to drag the holy words Of her sacred scroll, to the ends of time A never-ending expedition with Saints of Hope The intention of uncovering truth In lies masked with pretty little ribbons The Mass of false segregation and …
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As the pastor of a small southern church, I'm often asked by our younger members about this prickly notion of global warming. They herd around me, as adolescents are prone to do, and they ask me, “Dear father, is this something that we should fear, these…
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Maybe writing had become my religion.
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