Your First Real Boyfriend

By - Aug 30, 2018

I’m going to show you the meaning of suffering

I’m going to show you how to love another man

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Preacher with Fruit

By - Aug 27, 2018

A mother brings her child to the preacher’s tent because the preacher is the only one there with a blade. The boy is shallow-breathed and dry about the lips. His tongue, folded, sticks to the backs of his teeth.

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Deleted Scenes from Person/a

By - Aug 23, 2018

For twenty years I lost a man I never had.” – Diane Keaton re Al Pacino // He should be with young, beautiful women. (even as I type this I know it is a lie. I don’t believe it. he should be with me.)

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Hello, There

By - Aug 22, 2018

I said things I’d never had the courage to say. I swore and cursed the names of god and other people who’d wronged me.

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A Mighty Fine Hat

By - Aug 20, 2018

His extravagant claim stops everything. The clerk. The gaggle of punks. Me. We all turn our attention on the small man.

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An Apology: Yes, Virginia, There is a Sanity Clause

By - Aug 15, 2018

I am sorry, Virginia, that you find your own language, the English language, so painful.

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By - Aug 8, 2018

“Ha ha,” Remy said. Something ran across his face like a rat. Fear.
      I pushed him against the fence, a hand on each shoulder, hard. He seemed too startled to move. 

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Two Secrets

By - Aug 6, 2018

When you meet a beautiful woman you feel as shy as an old sea captain with footskin on his palms. You leave your body in its nice top and eucalyptus balm.

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excerpt of “Floating Notes”

By - Jul 31, 2018

I don’t remember the first time I wrote my name. What I do remember is the first time someone else was called my name. I told him that was my name too, but he couldn’t believe it. He was a fat boy with a puffy face. He looked like a little boxer.

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Five Plantains

By - Jul 23, 2018

Yellow of a sunflower yellow of acid yellow piled on yellow of the yellowbacked book they arrested Oscar Wilde for carrying yellow in curdles glowing from inside and gushing onto everything around. Yellow of burnished gold. The very same yellow.

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How We Talked with Our Eyes and Our Hands

By - Jul 20, 2018

My wife looked so much brighter and more alive with her eyes open and looking back at me. I held onto her feet with my hands and she pushed her toes against them. She must have been smiling under that oxygen mask, but I didn’t know what to say to her, and she couldn’t talk again yet.

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How I Moved Into Her Hospital Room

By - Jul 19, 2018

I got onto the hospital bed with her and pulled her upper body up until she was sitting up. I pulled her eyelids up with my thumb so that she would be able to open her eyes up again.

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