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The SHORT STORY Machine: “We Always Treat Children Too Well”
The deeper he stuffed his hands into his empty pockets, the quicker he felt he would reach his apartment. So long as he beat the sparrows from calling him out and the sun from stealing the night’s mischievous sense of … Continue reading
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The SHORT STORY Machine: “The Letter In Your Pocket”
Thirty isn’t old, thirty is the new twenty, X is the new Y, one excuse is the new other excuse… and it isn’t true that pissing is becoming a challenge, that hair is becoming a privilege, that pockets turning up … Continue reading
The SHORT STORY Machine: “Rehearsing A Café Scene”
The bearded prince of nothing-to-do (that’s me) fits himself into his borrowed throne at the café on the corner of this green and budding street. He left his miniature laptop at home and his satellite cell-phone turned off and his … Continue reading
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