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Yellow plastic panels encase the house and bleed through new white ones like a bright undershirt. The brown bench out front rests on an island ..

This wasn't a party I was invited to. Not a city I could safely wander through without feeling estranged. The forth cabbie I tried, the firs..

Remote Holding I used to spend nights on the couch, while other kids were surfing the tangible channels of life, discovery and entertainment. ..

Stairs of Lustful ReckoningMy first experience with lovewas behind the closed doors ofmy former best friend’s girlfriend’smother’s h..

Twelve Years and a Ten-Foot Fall The fall, I no longer remember. Not one still image remains in brain from the actual act. Upon hitting the g..

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