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Life

Ha ha ha, my blanket. My blanket. She was still laughing to herself when Omar, her husband of nine forgettable years, called for her....

I'm less and less impressed with the way you express yourself, young man, said his teacher. She had been watching him, all semester. From...

1. Hustlers and streets. Mary rolled by, lit cigarette hanging off the corner of her mouth. Yo, what's up? To no one in particular as she...

so far Africa is a disappointment - Cobra Verde the black people believe the devil is white maybe they are right? Africa, have you no...

Looking out the window, like Norman's mother

Love will show you the way, until it eats you like the bear that ate Tim Treadwell and the woman who for some insane reason followed him.

Palor was eaten by a whale. Like Jonah. Doctors came around every morning, to get him out: no dice. There he was. Inside the monster....

(disklejmer - chcem písat aj po slovensky, a už nechcem posielat moje vecy ludom aby opravovali trapnonepodstatné chybi. Takže si...

A faint smell of autumn, as if we weren't in the city, but in the past of a tomorrow hoped for, pure, like children who'd managed to get...

About to write the writer bends over vomits a little and swallows

Fear, burn like a wicker in a glass cup on a grandparents' resting place, on a night when even the dead need you to go away.

Anxiety junkies, needing welfare trumped, to be on an edge - the middle, an enemy, seeking the middle a holy grail untouchable, religion....

Time has slowed, just some; a daughter nestles her day-weary snout on her dad's gut on the way home.

(or, The Long Way Home) (and it's everything here, in the missing middle, that somehow redeems it all) America you make me want to vomit...

I live in a place I can't stand. Everything about it I used to love, or make myself enjoy thoroughly, now makes my blood curdle. And I...