February 2012
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7 or 8 Things I Know About Her (A Stolen...
The Father’s Guns After her father died they found nine guns in the house. Two in his clothing drawers, one under the bed, one in the glove compartment of the car, etc. Her brother took their mother out onto the prairie with a revolver and taught her to shoot.  The Bird For a while in Topeka parrots were very popular. Her father was given one in lieu of a payment and kept it with him at all...
Feb 28th
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Feb 26th
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My Week with Marilyn (2011)
Marilyn: I oughta feel like this every day.
Colin: We have today, anyway. We have one day to do whatever you like. Then we can go back to real life tomorrow.
Marilyn: Only one day?
Colin: Well, maybe the weekend.
Marilyn: Or a week!
Feb 26th
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“L-listen to me, listen to me. The basic laws of physics—the b-basic laws of...”
– Marianne to Roland, Constellations
Feb 17th
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Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal...
After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, Please come to the gate immediately. Well — one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight...
Feb 10th
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“They don’t even know what it is to be a fan. Y’know? To truly love...”
– Almost Famous
Feb 8th
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The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel
In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to the new way. Late at night, I call my long distance lover, ...
Feb 7th
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Feb 7th
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Feb 4th
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Lot's Wife by Wislawa Szymborska
They say I looked back out of curiosity. But I could have had other reasons. I looked back mourning my silver bowl. Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap. So I wouldn’t have to keep staring at the righteous nape of my husband Lot’s neck. From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead he wouldn’t so much as hesitate. From the disobedience of the meek. Checking for pursuers....
Feb 4th
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Feb 4th
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Feb 2nd
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