Monthly Archives: September 2015

Drama in the Parking Lots

Drama in the church parking lot, one man woke another sleeping in a car, and then they got into an argument. You’d think the man sleeping in the car would be a kid or a teenager but this was a … Continue reading

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Actuality Film: 9/11

ROTAS Tuesday, dark before dawn, September, Rachel left her essence on my bed. Shoes, my shoe size has not changed, St. Agnes. This morning I sat on the side of my bed scratching my Tycho Brahe nose, sniffling and shaking … Continue reading

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With Girlfriends Like These

Historically humans can be known by their latrines, traced by the detritus in their wake, Calomel at abandoned campsites, Dr. Rush’s little pills. Fish, eggs, garlic, the homeless in the dumpsters, about as obnoxious as Fordyce spots. Mithras wearing surgical … Continue reading

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