Tag Archives: Angel Uriel Perales

Tyrants

My vision gets blurry. I find and wear my bifocals. My vision remains blurry. I clean the lenses with alcohol wipes. Everything I see blurs. I am surrounded by teenagers. They walk past without a glance. Some skateboard and stop … Continue reading

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Treachery

The morning rays to an insomniac’s eyes, the way shot glasses seem so small, how bankers, landlords, insurance companies scheme to obtain all tax refunds, the bi-weekly pay period, hard on the 15th and the 30th of the month, days … Continue reading

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I Am Dancing With Her Only With My Eyes

New Year’s 2013 is on the clock and so my friend Darren is all like you can’t go home and be by yourself on New Year’s, you can’t ring in the new year by yourself, and so I walk into … Continue reading

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Early December

A conflict of emotions, early December, I’ve been gone from home so long. I was that guy, that single and ugly guy at work who covered the Holidays for the family man. My job as the per diem part-time worker … Continue reading

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Pleiades

Her plea traveled through the microwave spectrum, please take care of your health, please make your health your next concern. And I could hear her promise of salty soups and sorted salads weaving through the eaves. I search for my … Continue reading

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208 Cubic Ft.

The unenviable task of reassessing a life and selecting with bitter discretion what part to throw away, which parts to keep, no guarantees. I mean I can look at a writing desk. I can say this writing desk is a … Continue reading

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Gone in 30 Days

All of this, gone in 30 days. Both futons, the tables, all the furniture, gone in 30 days. Bespectacled, walking around looking at books perched in the tall bookcases, water freezing in the shape of ice cubes in the refrigerator, … Continue reading

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Kirk Douglas, Rededicated

Yesterday, a very interesting day. I made plans to go with Nick Coviello, Denzel Whitaker, Eric Lawson, and Leslie Maryann Neal to go see what may very well have been the last appearance of Kirk Douglas at any celebrity event. … Continue reading

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East of Hartford

Winter east of Hartford, winter east of Hartford, a four mile paved road, a four mile paved road, nothing but an abandoned power cross station abandoned to home the homeless, the homeless have a home abandoned somewhere east of Hartford, … Continue reading

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Grand Guignol

The satellite truck fitted with 27 monitors drives the streets of these cities capturing moments of rigmarole. Reporters stand in front of cameras and wait for a countdown from the button pushers inside some production booth clockwatching like thieves hoping … Continue reading

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