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My stories

On the plane from Toronto to Vancouver

Mesmerised by modulating maps (damn Nabokov, your mischievous dust lay safely inert in the print of the tenth-hand copy of Transparent Things I picked up at a yard sale in Toronto, until I opened it a
Cherry

Marybel

Marybel was twenty five. She loved freedom, storms.

Sparks

The crackle of words sparking blue pulse in dim pub spark down point of plastic pen down tube of ink that crackle smoke flare spark blue ignite fingernails scorch skin those sparks — scrawled blue m

Raindrops

Raindrops talk. They whisper bedtime stories through panes of blackened glass.

Flow Is Everything

This sentence is a bullet aimed at your head. This one's a river full of mud. A wire touching the case. This sentence is the sequence of thoughts this sentence sparks in your brain.

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