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"On an avenue splashed / with a confusion of sepias and golds, / a garbage man heaves refuse / into the back of his truck / and shouts something / about his wife…”
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“He can’t imagine how such a young woman would find a man his age so attractive? She hardly knows him. What is she thinking?”
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“He can’t imagine how such a young woman would find a man his age so attractive? She hardly knows him. What is she thinking?”
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“While pretending to organize souvenir inventory and season pass paperwork, I watch the male lifeguards rotate chairs every fifteen minutes, memorizing their torsos."
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“While pretending to organize souvenir inventory and season pass paperwork, I watch the male lifeguards rotate chairs every fifteen minutes, memorizing their torsos."
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“...Mary Cleft’s laughter tumbled softly down to earth, as she turned her face to the deep violet sky and waved.”
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“...Mary Cleft’s laughter tumbled softly down to earth, as she turned her face to the deep violet sky and waved.”
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“We ate this city, / dined on high rises / gobbled every last / venue— / slurped down slums.”
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“We ate this city, / dined on high rises / gobbled every last / venue— / slurped down slums.”
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“Mount Trashmore had, over the decades, been a number of things to a number of people…To us …an imaginary playground... Now, as adults, it’s possible that Mount Trashmore was a killer.”
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“Mount Trashmore had, over the decades, been a number of things to a number of people…To us …an imaginary playground... Now, as adults, it’s possible that Mount Trashmore was a killer.”
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“Yodeled ululations / of drunkhappy teenagers / ring off the pavement”
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“Yodeled ululations / of drunkhappy teenagers / ring off the pavement”
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“We were lucky the cowboys hadn’t pulled six-shooters and plugged us. We were double lucky their camper hadn’t caught up.”
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“We were lucky the cowboys hadn’t pulled six-shooters and plugged us. We were double lucky their camper hadn’t caught up.”
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“I had thousands of novels floating around in my head, and I meticulously refrained from writing a single one of them.”
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“I had thousands of novels floating around in my head, and I meticulously refrained from writing a single one of them.”
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“Andy’s face is close to mine, huge, like a moon in a child’s drawing. As my eyes begin to focus, I read his concern and realise that the primal sobbing I can hear is coming from me.”
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“Andy’s face is close to mine, huge, like a moon in a child’s drawing. As my eyes begin to focus, I read his concern and realise that the primal sobbing I can hear is coming from me.”
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“If the brain can budge a pen / without an ounce of lead—the smallest / shave is made too sharpen its means…”
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“If the brain can budge a pen / without an ounce of lead—the smallest / shave is made too sharpen its means…”
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“I look out at the snowflakes that softly fall in the backyard, cloaking the bare tree with its weight.”
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“I look out at the snowflakes that softly fall in the backyard, cloaking the bare tree with its weight.”
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“I have no idea what Timmy ended up doing with his life, or whether Purple Marker Girl ever switched to a ballpoint pen…”
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“I have no idea what Timmy ended up doing with his life, or whether Purple Marker Girl ever switched to a ballpoint pen…”
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“My shrink does her best but she’s tired. There’s some kind of subtle wisdom in cartoons, but it’s not what I think it is, she claims. She says I don’t miss him, I miss the game.”
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“My shrink does her best but she’s tired. There’s some kind of subtle wisdom in cartoons, but it’s not what I think it is, she claims. She says I don’t miss him, I miss the game.”
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“Guy was in the parkin’ lot / down on all fours / blood runnin out of an ear an' / had a throbbin’ pulse in his neck / near where he was / kicked in the head…”
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“Guy was in the parkin’ lot / down on all fours / blood runnin out of an ear an' / had a throbbin’ pulse in his neck / near where he was / kicked in the head…”
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“Your mother left you / and is not coming back. / Stop waiting at the door / for the long-lost cat.”
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“Your mother left you / and is not coming back. / Stop waiting at the door / for the long-lost cat.”
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“I retreat from the window, covering the sun beams with a cat-tattered curtain. I take off the gray tank top with some hesitation, shove it back into my bag. I think, Will I ever outgrow it?”
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“I retreat from the window, covering the sun beams with a cat-tattered curtain. I take off the gray tank top with some hesitation, shove it back into my bag. I think, Will I ever outgrow it?”
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“The family companion had wriggled himself underneath the covers of the guest bed and it seemed clear he would spend his last hour there. “
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“The family companion had wriggled himself underneath the covers of the guest bed and it seemed clear he would spend his last hour there. “
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“The house was always haunted; it just took me a while to find all the ghosts.”
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“The house was always haunted; it just took me a while to find all the ghosts.”
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“Was this dying? …No, when you died there was a light…Where was the light? …This was not dying. This was deletion: the unmaking.”
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“Was this dying? …No, when you died there was a light…Where was the light? …This was not dying. This was deletion: the unmaking.”
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“Earth is the biggest Queen / I know, all stubble & lipstick, / ripped nylons / and sorrow.”
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“Earth is the biggest Queen / I know, all stubble & lipstick, / ripped nylons / and sorrow.”
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“Gyula said his father used to read to him from the Bible at night. He said he had nostalgic memories about the book’s smell: dust and candle wax.”
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“Gyula said his father used to read to him from the Bible at night. He said he had nostalgic memories about the book’s smell: dust and candle wax.”
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