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Der Unbekannte

I never would have known from your dark turtlenecks and ebony car and bat-like exits that you would be the type to tuck me in and fold the laundry without me having to ask. I never would have known from … Continue reading

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Legacies

Legacies “I am basically dark and cynical” he said as he shaved off his beard with a twisted staple, a tuft of cream cheese, an afterthought to soften the scrub.   “I would save my mother before my wife” he … Continue reading

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Abraxas NYC

Vile blueberries sleep beside mustard covered glass withering with despair over the detritus of lost dreams and splintered bridges with seams torn asunder by fear, accusation, projection and the knowing that it is too often too easy  to be alone … Continue reading

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