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Deathexpand_moreFour words—Your mother passed away—coming from anonymity.
On her wedding day Ellen accidently locked herself inside the pantry.
Death is a home unseen by the side of the road, the rifle barrel aimed.
Here’s a first, he said, some nutbag wants to dig the grave himself.
The story doesn’t begin until the van breaks down, I always say.
Jimmy’s jacket, mittens, and shirt were in a pile next to his frozen body.
The store was one of his last-ditch efforts to make a pile of money.
Ed McClanahan
We ate and then made love, the windows open to deafening twilight.
I returned to Vietnam with a tape recorder to collect ca dao.
The exurban dream of it all, to enter is to have the ability to exit.
I decided to go for the least lousy choice and have the surgery.
Somehow, Captain Brown made himself respected in Cranford.
I respect grief. I’m varnished in it. Silence too is a side effect of sleep.
The mortician who painted our girl was not a somber-suited officiant.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak
no evil, eat a banana.
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Glen Le Lievre
A humorous tale of a shipwreck, with a twist.
