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My stories

Xylophone

Xylophone They watched the river go by composing, it gave no signal the night had ever let its lips loose. Under the bridge, the slip stream xylophone tones about the Navy,

Para suicide

Para suicide He waits all day with the noose around his neck both feet back on the chair cliff, each chest movement feels the weight of his one wish.

The mathematics of creasing

The mathematics of creasing In the café you ate nothing and told me you wrote your PHD on the mathematics of creasing. To make it easier to me you explained that it wasn’t

She’d been sitting

She’d been sitting On such pretty hot days she sits and makes lists. Out her box window, she watches the café, the bent backed couples, coughing up quiet lettuce,

Saucer

He looked like a child’s drawing of a man; too much brown crayon. His milk bottle legs poked out from underneath his too short trousers, the snail trail scars on his shell fists,

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