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Fly Disneyland
Twelve years ago, on a day not unlike today, I woke to the chirping of birds and the fiery glow of sunlight saturating the green of the back yard. I opened the window to the back bathroom to take in … Continue reading
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The Perfect Palace
Rolling up toward the dead end of our little street I notice that the garbage has not yet been dragged to the curb. Just as the squeaky wheel gets the grease, the most retentive anus ends up doing the most … Continue reading
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The company of angels
Lost in thought at the Open Eye Café. Fragments of conversation, real and imagined, fall in lockstep with the Greatest Hits of James Brown. Last night Brenda died in my dream. Again. I’m remembering this as I stare at a … Continue reading
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Waiting room
[A snippet from a writing project in gestation...] I’m surrounded by bald women with beards. One stares down at the floor, her eyes expressionless, her feet tapping out a distress signal in an indecipherable code. Another is absent-mindedly twisting the … Continue reading
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