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I have full bars on my iPhone, but no one has called, texted, emailed, IM'd, tweeted, Facebook'd, Tumblr messaged, or commented on my blog and I wonder if I am really connected, if my iPhone hasn't suddenly started to malfunction and I am really just all alone here,…
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She refused to leave her parents to marry him.
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His spoken words had reavealed nothing, but the far-off look in his eyes had told me good-bye.
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What was ruined now – truly ruined, and not just fraying at the edges like everything else – was the act of reading novels. Certain stretches of our hero’s life had been defined by fiction; he’d learned to read English in a country where little English wa
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Something stuck, fragmented, between people.
Here's a game I used to play when I was a kid, you hold your breath when you drive by a cemetery, or else the souls get in.
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He had the cannonball head of Hemingway, the stump neck, sloping shoulders and barrel chest.
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She sees Connick Jr. now has a microphone. He is singing “All of Me” as if he meant her to take all of him.
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One morning as Georgia Samantha was waking up from her girlish dreams, she found that she had been changed during the night into a stiff-spined book.
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“But you’re a fishmonger.”
“What? I can’t be an amateur linguist too? Answer me.”
“If a hyphen could speak...”
“What would it say?”
“Flip me sideways so I can flip you off,” Bogdanovich said, lucky someone had asked about the freshness of the
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But she knew what she would find. She knew it all the moment she felt the sticky fingerprints behind the slat of her old oak slay bed. The fingerprints that would only be left from a person grabbing it from behind their head. The fingerprints that she
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1. Research how to locate and outline the chin of a toy terrier. Find a toy terrier, outline its chin, then count the hairs on said chin to determine the number of lines your poem will have.
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It's not my fault I was made to be stepped on, so stop saying what I am with such contempt. Yes, I'm a doormat. No, I'm not weak. I have taken a hundred kinds of treads, twice as many pounds at once, and once or twice there have been cleats. Think about what those would do…
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They say I'm supposed to see everything as a nail, but I have a silver head. Too soft for bang-bang. Too soft for anything but sitting on a shelf. I sat in her classroom for twenty-five years. She was proud of me and pointed often to the words inscribed on me that I can't…
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I have heard the very people who make me talk as if explosiveness is something to flee. And I agree. If you are not designed to destroy, you should stay far away with me. I was packed with the desire to fall apart with force and take whatever stands near me with me. It is…
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