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You knelt down to kiss her, avoiding, of course, the wound at her brow.

Many people remarked upon the similarities between the flags.

I wanted to tear away at the fabric of my pants, dig open my skin.

The intention of the writer is irrelevant to the success of the story.

I didn’t know I would be any good. But I knew I wanted to be a poet.

The human heart is far more intricate than any single term can describe.

In medical school they forgot to tell me about caring and feeling.

Do you really want to live in this filth? And me answering, Well, yes.

Like an idiot, I was flattered at first to get honorary degrees.

Lynette had stepped on something sharp. There was blood.

She’s young and lovely in a mad, disheveled way, and hard to resist.

The surface of night is disrupted. Ripples cross the neighborhood.

She stared back at me, a toddler almost hidden in the folds of her skirt.

The rich man adorns himself and the elegant man gets dressed.

The blade was buried to the hilt in the outside corner of his left eye.

He was regarded as a visionary and a fool in almost equal measure.

I’ve made a rigorous effort. But it’s been hard, this hug embargo.

Overnight, somebody had dumped a dead pit bull in the trash bin.

Sue Mell

The person was seeing his printed face superimposed over his real one.

I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.

Clayton always imagined getting laid in the rooms of his dad’s motel.

Was this where he would grow old? Would it all end in a room like this?

He will, no doubt, be out of this house soon, headed over to Montgomery.

He told his father he wanted to make art pictures, not lousy mobster stuff.

There’s anger in the sound of a V-8 engine that puts me at ease.

The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.

Fishing with Dad guaranteed two days of just us and made me special.