My mother hones in on the neighbors and doesn't waste any time offering to babysit their daughter.

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Deep in the Forest of Awe, Archer Deft walked alone, seeking the Exalted Destiny his mother had predicted for him.

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It is difficult to tell when I am sleeping and when my mother's arms move above her head to tie something or when the wind blows against the living room side of the house.

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Sean Lovelace's "To Be Happy" from juked

Throw things. For example apples. I must have thrown at least 400 apples into the side of my house last spring.

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Eric Burke's "Son, Litterateur" from Pank

My mother built a concrete block wall to hold up half our yard.

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Kuzhali Manickavel's "Notes Made in Connnection with the Disappearance of a Boy Outside the Tropicool Icy-Land Urban Indian Slum as Investigated by the Law & Order: Special Victims Unit" from FRiGG

Key Items Found at the Scene of Abduction

Penny frogs--115
Fanny pack--1
Condoms--0
Snail shells--8 empty, 3 cracked with snail still inside, 2 snails dead, 1 in surgery

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The words never come simply to her, never just arrive the way milk bottles shiver down the shoots in old factory footage, each lid smacked on with a popping sound.