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Quillbot's Tomatoes
My daughter runs to the garden for her tomatoes. Over her shoulder she tells me I am allowed to see them--though I planted them--if I keep them secret…
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The Mail
They arrive just after the mail slides into my basement. Gruesome, pieces that portend the ends, pieces that illuminate the furnace with a band of…
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A Terrible Movie
In the movie the woman leaves the man because he will not let her sit on his face anymore and she cannot fathom why that would be, sex was the last good…
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The Rain, That Drummer
The rain, that drummer, I tried to hear between the taps. The sound of the rain needs no translation, a talk said once quoting a monk long passed. Did I…
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A High Adjective Diet
The general store in my town has two sliding doors. When the children get muddy at the river they will press their lips against the glass. One will wave…
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The Price of Gas
I set the price of gas. I sit between the woman who approves the cause of thunder and the team for missing circuits. A cloth wall separates our desks…
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Line in the Lawn
I was pushing the mower around the telephone poll when he blazed across the grass. Do me a favor, he said and I said, I don’t have the rest of your…
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