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The Crow

crow

Glen had stayed behind last year when the other boys in his class had come to Sydney. I winced at him. He had hair like wheat, and he wore a checked shirt instead of a school uniform. I felt duped.

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In the Eye of the Beholder

pretty woman's eye

Joel’s giggles turned to snorts and a volley of small farts as he tried desperately to avoid becoming a basket case on the spot.

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Project

drawing of robot

When I told her I lost my job, she cried. I said, "It’s ok, I’ll get another job, we’ve got a little money, we’ll be fine." She told me, "That’s not why I’m crying."

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The Voyeur’s Reflection

voyeur reflection

"We both know how to manipulate the public. Let’s play the game."

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A Tangled Web

Doctor Weller had as much as told him his pain and exhaustion, his misery, were all in his head, that he’d gotten inert and maudlin in his old age.

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Dinner at La Grenouille

The limousine turned the corner, eased up to the curb and parked. I thought: Fuck. I must still owe one hellacious gambling debt.

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A Field Guide to New England Fathers

I took the binoculars away. “Only fat kids do bird-watching. Pick again.”

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How We Made A Difference

On Halloween, the neighborhood children dress up like neo-conservatives and go door to door spreading lies.

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Under Water Eyes [Another Short Poem]

Still, now in his mid-twenties, Allen often imagines what it must be like to have "underwater eyes."

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The Spectacle

Somewhere over the hill a siren went off. There was a gunshot, and then the siren stopped.

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Pat and Mike

He was told that his condition was rare and always fatal. Gremlins with tiny pickaxes deconstructing his heart. He might die tomorrow, or in a year.

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The Floor Champion of Foosball

Every now and again, she’d yell out, “Four hundred and fifty-one dollars, idiot number two! Goddamn you, you’re losing, loser!” but mostly, she just sat slack-jawed until one of the nurses came by to give her another plate of mush…

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Motor Repair

Dave and Bob D. are sober-buddies. They never drank together. That’s why Bob D. can say "lovely" and "beautiful" to Dave and not get punched.

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Mammals

Ben Sobel tests cosmetic products on small, restrained mammals for a living. He puts makeup in their eyes and records how long it takes to destroy the corneas. He shaves them and applies nail polish to skin. He puts hand lotion into orifices. This is a real thing he does, for money.

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As I Lay Wired

At home, my parents, both children of the ’60s, eschewed the "evils" of caffeine in lieu of wheatgrass shakes and soy milk slurpees. However, thrust into my newfound fame, I fell full-bore into the lifestyle.

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