The Repeating Paradox In Your Ear
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It began with the duplicitous dyslexia of waning weather, with her splintering wheels stuck in the dreadful mud, surcingly singing sirens of…
Badyears
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Hard work, risk, ingenuity and a little luck should’ve worked for the now gone unsung sorcerer by the nifty name of Charles…
Bread and Water
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My fingers had grown stronger and precise with the passage of time. The typewriter keys smooth to the touch. The machine emitted the subtle sweet smell of honey as its gears and levers had warmed from my hammering. The fog outside had taken hostage the trees and hills around with its heavy, cool slow breath. My…
One Of My Favorite Roles To Play
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The noise below was brewing with babbling idiots, breaking beer bottles and a spilling crowd from the front door of the bar—with…
To Right Upon Your Wrongs
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The blankets believed in me blindly as they coiled tightly about my trembling limbs: warm, velvet vampyres slithering in my slumber, with the protective guise of the hailing blizzard outside, my eyelids flitted under the forcing pulse of a dying flickering candle light, sweat dripped from my brow, neck, and chest, and I moaned your…
The Defiant Ones
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The hunger was sated as I slowly swallowed my saliva despite the saliently salacious sentence that slithered into the microphone causing an…
Altogether Not Terrible
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Adiago in G Minor. Now slow the old tape down just a little. Watch them–such splendid birds of bright yellow, soft-blues and…
The First Of Seven
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”He was the first of seven—my first baby boy. Curly black hair. Soft, warm dark brown eyes. Always quiet. Never cried. He…
I Answer
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Egomaniac extraordinaire, psychopathic sexualis, vast and voracious, rapacious and enraptured by ecstasy devised by edacious and illicit cognition concluded in the ever-never…thine apotheosis, sayeth my son, whilst I the father, hands clasped upon a rock, gazing into the stars at my footstool..and I see the bastard son, the only one, broken young—the Superman…red cape flowing—soaked…
Old Fashioned
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The phone rang loudly as I held the brush steadily in my left hand, and a pink bandana in the other—I was…