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Bobby got coffee. Jen bought lunch. Mindful of her tasks, Martha missed the accident that could have saved her life. Think of something you could have done. Now imagine you did it. The heroine took a pill. It was simple. … Continue reading

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how it’s done

the squirrel on the top of the wooden fence i can see—hey! i can see!—out my window, stops, turns, peers in, amazed; exclaims—squirrels speak with their entire quivering bodies—what the hell is that creature doing inside? then jerks back around … Continue reading

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the ancients were right in that concentric

the ancients were right in that concentric spheres surround our existence at least in the early morning: closest to me the heat of cream-infused coffee spreading through my chest, the steam rising as i set it down a bent- arm’s … Continue reading

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when i first get up i ignore

when i first get up i ignore the world; and by the world i mean the swirling confusion—the emails, the opinions, the elections, the demands, the judgments, the news. let us say, other people. not because they’re bad but because … Continue reading

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