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and I really don’t know if I should be telling you this, because you might even meet him around here somewhere or – even worse – try to find him and use him....
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I began to think, for no particular reason, about what the exact series of events would be were I to die at that moment – before, even, my coffee went cold.
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To give you some idea how seriously I took it, that’s what I called my first solo album.The public, if such a noble beast still exists, agreed with my low...
When the cave’s ceiling crumples, so do I. Through my body, stone kisses stone. I die.Afterward, footsteps pass by my head. I track them to the opposite...
There once were two sisters, close in age, who had been birthed and loved and became stooped and wise and were now old women together. They lived in a house...
A woman whose friend lays dying in a hospital—and weep, both because it's utterly devastating (yet somehow laugh-out-loud funny?)
One Monday Morning a rangy and well-conditioned Elfin of the Young Unmarried Set, yclept Loretta, emerged into the Sunlight and hit the Concrete Path with a...
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Once there was a Gentleman of the deepest dye who was all out of Kelter. He felt like a list of Symptoms on the outside of a Dollar Bottle. He looked like...
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Once a grammar-school Rabbit, struggling from long Trousers toward his first brier-wood Pipe, had Growing Pains which he diagnosed as the pangs of True...
North Richmond Street, being blind, was a quiet street except at the hour when the Christian Brothers' School set the boys free. An uninhabited house of two...
A child was standing on a street-corner. He leaned with one shoulder against a high board-fence and swayed the other to and fro, the while kicking carelessly...