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A Woman named Samantha

A Woman named Samantha

Coming up from the West Fourth Street subway, I texted that I was a block away from the Washington Square Diner. Don’t rush, I’m early….

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Wait

Wait

Randal didn’t know that it wasn’t normal to wait until your father got home from the bar before you could have dinner.             It wouldn’t…

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we’ll always have Terracotta Warriors dusted in Han Purple, never looking behind

Terracotta Warriors dusted in Han Purple

“Drinking mercury to the mystery of all that you should ever leave behind…. in time.”  “Ava Adore,” Billy Corgan My purple skin projects royal essences…

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Love As Told

Love As Told

And as the sets reverse, to bring age to each step, Every sordid moment worse, lost is the night to its solemn shroud And as I were, softly…

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Big Dusty

Big Dusty

To Russell, always called ‘Dusty’ since the day he was born, his father was a big man; not just big but BIG. He had big…

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The Combination Padlock

The Combination Padlock

A man couldn’t remember the combination to a padlock. He didn’t want to break it, so he tried 0000, then 0001. He was prepared to…

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Silver Lining

Silver Lining

Everyone knows people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, you catch more flies with honey, that love makes the world go round.  This…

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One Way Back to Babylon

One Way Back to Babylon

“Can I go home yet?” Such a small voice for a big statue On a grey stool in the cornera British Museum guard yawnsand turns away…

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Fibrillation

Fibrillation

“Do not touch this. You will only have troubles and problems.”– Archeologist, Iris Love, to Getty Museum officials on the prospective purchase of the Statue…

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What Might Have Been

What Might Have Been

I always thought population control was a necessary trait in every nation. By that I simply mean not having kids, not genocide. From a social…

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Indian Generation

Indian Generation

~After Naipaul’s “Tell Me Who to Kill”~a thank you, to those who made the journey, before  They built the train tracksfor memory, brakes to stop…

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The Water

The Water

They sat across from one another at the cheap station café. Trayfuls of tea, carelessly poured into narrow-waisted teacups, hovered around them. They were each…

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A Writer in the Sun

A Writer in the Sun

A verb is a nation. That’s what I’d tell you over coffee. I’d also tell you that writing has its own economy. Supply and demand….

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Bad Woman

Bad Woman

I feel my mouth go dry in terror whenever I hear a cricket.  (Denise Duhamel) I have lived in the front yard all my life.Like…

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Friends of Ferry Point Park

Friends of Ferry Point Park

Condolences, the card read and—she flipped it over—nothing else.  Tara Contreras opened the door to her apartment and, without meaning to, thought: Better late than…

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Kyle

Kyle

The kids have worked months for this weekend. They’ve stayed late after school, drawn complex plans, built up structures, and milled down wood. They’ve measured…

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I Know You Rider

I Know You Rider

Ryan and Walker stood in the doorway of the railcar as the train chugged through a crossing in Homerville, Georgia. The town, like many along…

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