Tag Archives: Angel Uriel Perales

Little Mean Things

Throwing an elbow at the skating rink, Stealing gum at Disneyland, Goldfinch shot midair from three pumps on the BB gun, these are the mean little things which return to me while I’m trying to sleep. Dude with long hair … Continue reading

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The Naïveté of Youth

My act of heroism? Retrieving a football from a neighbor’s roof where her brother overthrew the ball showing off his arm. I also brought back down an extra Nerf ball I found while I was up there but I scraped … Continue reading

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Zen and the Art of Bursitis Relief

Kyrie eléison, I have lived a life supported by accurate predictions. The Dale sports car three-wheel design never did work and seduction of the vehicle’s beautiful marketeer could never work. Any marriage in Chowchilla only invites frustration. Selfies at Pamplona … Continue reading

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I Will Pray For You

Someone got mad at me today. A friend got angry. I interacted with a friend and my friend was upset. Cold logic was involved. Christianity as a topic was involved. I said some things then the person reacted and said … Continue reading

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Found Not Lost

I would walk a mile for a Camel. I found mint in my menthol shaving cream. Up, up, and away with TWA, you’re living in the Golden Age of Schlitz. Winston tastes good like a cigarette should. You can’t take … Continue reading

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The Gaslighter

I was always misplacing my keys. She was always finding them and then would scold me for being absentminded. I would put away the dishes but could never find my cereal bowl or the small paring knife. What happened to … Continue reading

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Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Index

SCALE 1- Hypochondriasis At some point I tripped while climbing to the top of the waterfall from where I planned to jump. My finger slipped on the trigger before I had a chance to open up my mouth. I lost … Continue reading

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The Diabetic Elegiac

ONE morning, at the beginning of your end, step on a scale and the numbers blend all the way to the right. All of your pants are tight. A rash develops across your chest and up along your neck. You … Continue reading

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Reverb

Chenille skull above cordovan squint, furtive, suspicious of the trim, I stop along the arborvitae, contemplate the dahlias all in a line, aligned. The hairdresser, a friseur, plucks at my curls absentmindedly. “Such a shame,” she says to herself. “Because … Continue reading

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Just Another Lazy Excuse for the Hardships of Life

The first year after the amputation, I was despondent and ashamed and I simply told people I lost my leg fighting in Afghanistan. But then that explanation led to more questions and more lies and people wanted to drive me … Continue reading

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