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His body so close I hear the cicada hum of his cells, and he slips away.
A widow is sort of a holy figure, while a divorcée is a tawdry one.
A gravely ill man was waiting for me in a village ten miles distant.
The dog glares back at Roger, his eyes on fire, but he doesn’t let her go.
Human language, Winston thought, was not adequate for spiritual union.
I was enraged at being alone on the outside of all that love and lust.
I'll rid the world of bad things. But first, I need to get more coffee.
I used bravado to protect myself when we lived in poverty.
“We’d be naive,” Crump went on, “not to assume that people are vile.”
You will be a broke blues man with only some story of how you were.
Life, then, was song and purple font, imagining in words a future.
She had been sleeping more and more as the tour went on.
Passions played among the orchids and through cherish and reveal.
I thought my body was mine until it a map anyone could use.
They went to pray for the dead. It was important to shed some tears.
Have two children to keep around the house in case one goes missing.
He ended every year in this manner, writing and dreaming.
We are in his car. “Bell, I’m starving. Want to go for a burger or pizza?” I panic. Pizza. 285 calories per slice. Burgers. Harder to estimate.
I can see on him how things are changing for and against us.
Lorenzo and me, we’d squat our own building. It was the new frontier.
Advance planning was never Hank’s strong suit, he had to leave her.
Paul King was shiftless and drunken; ugly tales were told of him.
She did not leave him for the sailor. So why should he be angry?
Two weeks after she and Mark were married, Hannah fell in love.
I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.
The allure of Mardi Gras is to feel this way: unseen and unseeable.
A boy watching another boy lucky gets an ache. That is a small motor.
She favoured me with an even more viciously scornful “Don’t care!”
For me, Selweh was the real magic. She was nothing like my mother.