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StoryLike When Chimps Slap the Floor and Scream mulekick012 years 1 month ago
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StoryHow some Men Are Broken mulekick012 years 1 month ago
StoryFactory mulekick012 years 1 month ago
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My stories

The Attic and The Avenue

“The Attic and The Avenue” 1. There was a time I loved someone who did not love me. Or, to be more fair, I loved someone who did not love me in equal measure:

Factory

“Factory” Big black clouds, or black birds, are piling up out there: I hear thunder, and wonder what might be poised to fill in space. My spark walked away

Mid-Morning Music

“Mid-Morning Music” Breakfast at the Bluebird Café, on a back street near my house- eggs & syrupy biscuit, black beans & black coffee. How many bluebird cafes are there

"the Weekender"

“the Weekender” 1. Why hide if there is nothing to hide? I keep thinking of that Will Oldham song: “Gulf Shores.” Where are you? You runner, prince with a thousand enemies.

“The Poet is the Meanest of all Liars”

“The Poet is the Meanest of all Liars” Chris told me what he read in my poems- the accurate deductions being, of course, far more chilling than the misunderstandings.

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