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Never Give Up. ( Part 1)

There’s a neon sign above the Pharmacy across the street. It’s flashing the number thirty- two. That’s the temperature. Even though I’m sitting in...
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The Homecoming.

I hear something that shocks me. It sounds like someone has blown up a crisp bag then crushed it between their hands. I fall. My eyes close and the...
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The Bird Catcher ( Poetry Monthly)

He hides in the shadows, this man sized demon. Cloaked, still and silent. He waits, patient. Then, at first light, when they begin to sing. The bird...
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When Frankie Knuckles Plays.

“Tears” by Frankie Knuckles plays and my feet start to dance on their own. Gradually the rhythm snakes up my body and people start to stare thinking...
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An Unexpected Reunion.

He only had one photo of her. It was taken last year, in Trafalgar Square. She looked miserable. But then again, she always looked miserable. Even...

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