Tag Archives: Angel Uriel Perales

Cantankerous Tankas

I attended an excellent Tanka workshop with Genie Nakano and I fell in love with the Tanka format. I adore Tankas. My new writing thrill. I am having fun with them. To that end, I asked a few choice friends … Continue reading

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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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The Body

The body has acquired an extended life, floating down the newly created Venetian canals of New Orleans, almost lazy in disposition, face up like a tourist, gaping at the beaded verandas and abandoned terraces of a moratorium Mardi Gras. The … Continue reading

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OLD PUNK ROCKERS NEVER DIE AND I WISH THEY WOULD

This evening I took the redline into DTLA at the invite of a friend. From the moment I walked in she was on her cell phone. Whatever. I don’t care. I’m tired at staring at my four walls so I … Continue reading

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Hello

Hello, another funeral, another trip home. When the clouds part and the plane dips north to south, like it always does, I see that shoreline creeping over to that crooked finger in the distance. I have to steel myself and … Continue reading

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Six Faces

I live in a miasma of ashes and the haze of Southern Comfort, speaking molasses, stuck in sorghum, and the only sweetness in this life was watching her smoke Newport Lights out of the hexahedron. The tiled table top holds … Continue reading

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The One I Love

Don’t bite I said biting is base she turned her back to me sat on side of bed kicked her legs out tiny tantrum channel on MTV changed got louder she hummed a song she liked sang she half-knew the … Continue reading

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The Snee Poets

Going through the two dozen or so banker’s boxes in the back of my storage closet has only served to remind me how much University work I’ve done which I have then consequently forgotten. Four boxes full of essays, essays … Continue reading

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