Eleanor’s husband is a carpenter who lives inside a window. Inside him is a trapped apprentice plumber. Being Eleanor is a job which she has just started, part of which…
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Dear Meadowview Management, I write in response to your letter alleging negligence on my part by failing to pick up the droppings of my Samoyed dog, Sophie. I am sure…
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Janice needed to get off the phone. She needed to sit in silence. A minute before, I had told her about my plans to meet up with a friend, a…
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Wednesdays, I stare into the Abyss, i.e. staring into a mirror until my face doesn’t look like a face anymore but rather a swirling concoction of lumpy flesh, and then…
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I am moving back to New York City from Georgia, and I have to find a place to live. I decide to stay at an uptown hostel while I look.…
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Correctional. Federal. Once in California testing a bad boy’s new car, fast car, we’d found a stretch—oh it sailed— until a white van honked, waved us over. Printed on the…
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An orange eviction notice sutures the aorta. Vena Cava has four days to re-chamber vessels, veins, arteries and valves from Wessex Estates: Senior Citizen Living Grounds. Tenants filed complaints against…
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THE FIGHTER He had been in countless fights as a young man. Fighting had defined his life-path, had shaped his features. His spirit sported the adjective fighting like a battle-scarred…
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FictionBLACKCACKLE: The Early-Teen Music Review by the Adorable Little Guy at the Party Wearing a Blazer
You know what’s an underrated music genre? Jazz. I love jazz. It’s not for everyone. You have to have a keen musical ear like I do, and be, you know,…
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THE PRESIDENT’S DREAM So there I was with the baby, the board, the pitcher and the sopping cloth and it seemed like the right thing to do. It’s monstrous speak!…
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Except THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES. The other day I’m walking down 18th Street in San Francisco and my eyes slide across one of those telephone poles that are always…
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Two of the people rubbing my stomach were actors. The third, in a white tunic, may have been a doctor, though not a medical doctor. He quoted Schopenhauer before starting…
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Whenever I catch myself in the bathroom mirror my self has an air about it like it has been dead for about a month, the face melting like sap. Phantasmal…
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I remember when Curt killed this King on the Tracks. I say / we said, “the Tracks,” but that was really a name for this big section of the Chicago…
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