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My
rat traps disposed of three
invaders
last night. I can’t find
their
fortress. Most likely they
are
cavalry se..
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***
My
watch is a Seiko -
I
hear you say it,
No, Joe, say it ain’t so!
Ah, but it is.
Friendship
is more
..
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***
Midnight
arrives,
a fog-shrouded
companion.
Outside,
the yellow glow
of
lamplight dissolves
in
a snow-ba..
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***
Ripples
arrive, having been carried
from
the far reaches of the universe.
Morris
is thinking he should walk
his
dog..
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***
The
first step is to turn the ghost
real.
You do this by giving the ghost
a
name: Father Martin, Coach Harris,
Mr.
Jones ..
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***
I
know
I’m
not
a
generational
talent.
I may
never
be. That’s
the
best part
of
writing -
..
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***
When he who rolls over in his grave
is someone you knew, do you recognizethe sound?Does he make a rumblelike an earthquake,or m..
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haiku
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The
theater darkens; mother snuggles
deeper
into the cloth-covered seat.
Wafting
buttered popcorn odors
and
the rattl..
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***
Blue
whales. Gray wolves. Separated
by
the immensity of evolutionary forces.
Binge
watching gone wrong chemis..
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