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At Fred’s
Posted on May 22, 2014 Leave a Comment
Sitting below the tin sunshine of morning, they are all for themselves on the vinyl swivels of impending gossip, the backs of shared misfortune. Cups of milky tea, stringed labels Lipton-bright dangled amid crumbs and crumpled sugar packets. The greenish-hued Princess Pseudomona reigns, and her ear-bent court of retirees ne’er-do-wells braggarts circumspectly defer, awaiting the […]
Mantra
Posted on May 19, 2014 2 Comments
When I open my eyes each morning to a new day, my child is dead. When I yawn, stretch before arising, and dangle my feet off the bed, my child is dead. When I worriedly listen for my other son’s soft breaths as he sleeps, my child is dead. When I am overjoyed at the […]
Squandering Stories
Posted on May 16, 2014 Leave a Comment
In third grade at Yantacaw School, we had a weekly timeslot reserved for show-and-tell – sometimes involving show-and-listen, where we were allowed the opportunity to share our favorite music with classmates – more like show-and-tell lite. I believe this is where I may have been exposed to the one-eyed, one-horned, flying Purple People Eater – […]
The Happy Hour
Posted on May 14, 2014 Leave a Comment
Cocktails FOR SALE is what it says. Underneath the ‘FOR SALE’ are fragmented black letters, dissimilar in size, chipped and discolored to almost grey (not gray). -Buy 8 get 1 free- We’ll buy them and drink them. Carefully placed, you believe, are those letters on the sign, crooked and hanging, the first ‘l’ dangling into […]
Morning Train
Posted on March 19, 2014 Leave a Comment
When I awake with my usual bloody lip salted and curdled in a mutinous fugue of fatigue, only then is every next day of manic perception ushered in. Another day ahead -I pray only for blackness- for to be defined by the monotony of progression is to be emotionally waterboarded. It’s an erratic regimen, erotic […]
A Girl by the Bridge 
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