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I still remember that little place out by the garbage chute, on the thirteenth floor overlooking the city. I was almost always alone out th..

They said it wouldn’t hit us, swing south by miles so we weren’t startled when the siren spun up I lifted my old bones, hollowing an..

Young men love their music, they wrap themselves in it like a blanket, warm chords on guitars and recorders, mandolins and pianos they..

They pulled a body from the water, or at least they thought it was a body; When they got it to shore they realized it was a mannequin ..

I want to put my thought down and I want to watch pastel of the sky; But everyone wants gold and vacations and piano recitals and plaqu..

With a clang and a clash, the cupboards fell open and all the dishes fell from their racks windows rattle in their frame like chains dining r..

“So this is the bone of contention,” she says. She’s winning, t-shirt, both socks, all her underwear, hat, and I’m down to jo..

It was a wasteland, a dumping ground a place where people brought the broken and cast aside the no-longer-needed there, rusted bedsprings fl..

All this time, I’ve had my finger on the button all this time, I’ve had the power to end everything all this time, I’ve ..

Lead the finger that steadied the page heavy the hand that held the pen resolved the eye that absorbed the last of her whorls and the last of..