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There’s a mama and her boy across from me; on his feet happen to be the tiniest, cutest pair of Crocs I ever did see. I stare at and study their tininess. Breaking in stare I immediately have an urge to get back on my phone, an urge that I fight […]
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Ghost Me Already
On the edge of the lakeshore, there’s this stubby-legged, five, a maybe six-year-old human wearing his tiny Richard Sherman jersey about a half-foot away from this old man. The hair and thick ‘stache of this old man are both bluish white, looking on as his grandson casts his line out into frigid […]
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The Hidden Castle
Imagine if you will. Just below the turret window, this window ported over our bed in what the owners refer to as the Turret Gatehouse, connected to the castle’s double arched bridge dating back to the 17th century that replaced an old drawbridge from the 13th century, and on this ‘medieval masonry,’ a male peacock […]
You get cities with aged, torn open streets. The water, the mud; settling a black reflection of faces in puddles trapped inside these cracks. Pink flower petals blown over sneakers, graffiti from the ignored seems surprisingly optimistic, sprayed over metal, sprayed over a Guy Fawkes masked hooded figure spelling, “Happy.” “Pussy […]
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Another One
The warmth then. Her warm breath from silent restrained moans as she wonders if someone is listening from the other room. He intuits her modesty, her reluctance to sound the alarms, passion boiling underneath to become steam on windows, on mirrors after a hot shower. There was sweat then. He tastes it from his lips […]
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