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Groom of the King’s Close Stool

My throat, grimy as the 101, every day I swallow every car on this grimy expressway heading home, step over the grime and dirt of my carpet floor. My heart broke a long time ago, my vacuum only about a … Continue reading

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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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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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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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T.C.

You thought maturity was strength disguised watching amber walls. You thought happiness was endless chatter. You thought success entailed your cult of personality over ingrained traditions, money and charm were party favors, Indian gifts, bait. And you knew the terrors … Continue reading

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In Extremis Extreme (Essay)

I’ve had the displeasure of perusing some contracts written up by the studios trying to either tie up your professional name or trying to buy the universal rights to some artistic work. The legalese in some of these documents delves … Continue reading

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