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Stars- Part I: Wednesday, Sept. 16th 2015

“God, they’re terrible!” Maxwell grunts, wiping sweat from his forehead. He looks disgusted, tired, as if he’d been adrift in the South Pacific for a month and is contemplating eating his toes. “They make me want to f****** kill myself. … Continue reading

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Fath-er: Sunday, Sept. 6th 2015.

fath-er NOUN A man in relation to his natural child or children. Synonyms: dad, daddy, pop, pa, dada… Still coated with clear antibiotic cream, Dad’s tattoo wraps around his left bicep-a westernized, bastardized version of Maori tribal. Its lines are … Continue reading

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Ping: Friday, August 7th 2015.

“Look at her, like a f***ing butterfly.” Pen’s verbs, nouns, and adjectives are like the serrations of a steak knife. I follow her gaze and find Sarah Glosterfield standing across the lunchroom, smiling, her arms drapped over the shoulders of a toned … Continue reading

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Relatively Painless: Wensday July 15, 2015

“How much money do you have?” Maxwell asks. He’s stooped in the driver’s seat of his Chrysler Saratoga, ham hock hands resting on the steering wheel like fat, hairless rats. If he were anymore overweight he’d be wearing the car like a Transformers Halloween … Continue reading

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Under the Artificial Stars: Saturday, 4th of July 2015

“I’m sorry again.” Pen moans, wiping the sweat from her flushed forehead. “But you have to admit they weren’t that bad, just a little rough.” “Rough?” Grace looks at her, “They were jerks!” June rolls her eyes. This has been going on … Continue reading

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Mixed Drinks: Saturday June 27th, 2015

Order 77; double Whopper and fries, and one hamburger children’s meal. Order 77. I watch as an old man, his hands gnarled with arthritis and his feet wrapped in orthopedic shoes, holds up his receipt and shuffles to the counter. … Continue reading

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The Watching People: Tuesday June 9th, 2015

“What about him?” Grace asks. She nods towards an elderly man shambling by the food court’s lone plastic palm tree. With his ungainly slouch, plaid grandpa shirt and wooden cane, it’s impossible to imagine him having any secret life what so ever.  … Continue reading

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