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Whenever Steve visited his brother Benny in Chicago, Benny’s wife Cheryl, who never liked Steve, made him sleep in the attic. They had an extra bedroom, but that belonged to their daughter Barbara who was away at college and insisted that while she was gone, no one be let intoContinue Reading

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got caught on a not so hidden camera his eyes these  two dots & his surface  so white it fought off any light his sound bit- ten off as he tried telling them how he’d gotten   the notebook so he could jot down all he thought were his own thoughtsContinue Reading

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Vague images sway through my skull,Sloshing under the dented cranial dome,Like a liquid motherboard, uprooting strandsOf a dream, I thought had been long forgotten. As the motion-picture reel plays, I step insideMyself, not far enough to become lost in theWorld of cracked screens and wavering signals,But close enough to tasteContinue Reading

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It was perhaps one of the only times when your own heartbeat was not reassuring. Under the sky so blue it would pierce your eyes, bluer than the color of his very eyes, he felt life slowly leave his limbs. If Ali were any younger, younger by just a day,Continue Reading

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Ricky smiled after doing it successfully ten times in a row. He could move the card from one hand to the other so that it couldn’t be seen, and he didn’t need any misdirection to do it. He had been practicing a card trick that involved this new sleight-of-hand forContinue Reading

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She plays in the shallows, always just beneath the surface. Find her near the mud banks of a shrunken lake. She is swimming among the weeds, happy to be free. Nothing can move her. Not like it used to. She has felt her share of sadness and would rather keepContinue Reading

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We watched the pine box enter, the door close, and then the jets of the burners roared. ‘Through hell he goes,’ I thought. And how we stood together silently, hearing the flames consume so violently the stoic man that was our dad. It wouldn’t take long to reduce his 90Continue Reading

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The last body of the Moons I kept has burnt down to its skeleton. The flames, they used to dance like quicksilver. Like poisoned meteors. Like adrenalized vision. The celestial innards, once were blazing with sacrificial light, are now pieces of broken paleness to warm us through one last night.Continue Reading