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Music and The Mind’s Eye

As I reached the front steps of the library I saw the source of the blaring ballad: a beige, 2013 Cadillac XTS.

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The Cereal Wish | Part 2

And there I was, twenty minutes later out trucking with Maggie four blocks away now from our place down Algren Street. It seemed to be nap time for the rest of the world while I took the much-needed air.

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Lilacs And Eucalyptus - A Poem

Climbing into the new

years on the far side of

The numbering millennia

now feels all

tears-verses-orgasms.

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A History of Rails and Waiting - An “El” Train Diary

Not too long after that I got my friend Jaz, who’d grown up in the suburb of Berwyn fer petesakes, to cross from one car to the next via the emergency doors at each end while the train was in motion. We had no reason whatsoever to move seats, but she’d never done it before and the cheap thrill put a wide smile on her face and lights in her eyes I couldn’t resist indulging.

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Eighty-Four and The Greatness of Happenstance

I go because I want to be somewhere doing something. I really like trying new things. But more importantly at this time, I’m lugubrious and lonely and I feel hollow all the time. My heart seems to have perpetually taken on the shape of a wrenched gut, and I live with a hoarder.

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John, Dear - An Erotic Story

I am the small “top”, John. The little domme.

Slim ankles, tiny waist, size 6 shoe.

He is easily twice my size and reminds me of who you might resemble in a decade or two.

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Fin-Domme Diary - A Poem

If some clean-room elevator connected floors are

Getting treated like a meat market anyhow,

Then why shouldn’t this old steam engine bellwether

Deserve to be on retainer and on premises?

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Based On A True Feeling

Now something has broken, and her vision is brand new and it feels amazing. Little more than a week past eighteen and really in her own skin for the first time. Like he gave her something that would always be hers.

This is the first time she has let herself look in the mirror since then.

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Vegas Diary: Part Tomorrow — The Lady Opportunist

This is not to say that I should have known better and come here earlier. No, you have to be ready for this place, unless of course you were born here and have been immersed in it your whole life.

I say you have to be ready, because Vegas finds a way of zeroing in on your vice. Finding your deepest weakness and exploiting it by offering you what you think you want while painlessly extracting its own needs.

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Christmas, Baby.

The next morning at the hospital nursery Kitty approached her premature grandson for the first time. The nurse allowed her to hold him and he yawned with a power which awed her. Suddenly there was something small showing its strength by pushing against her grasp. Choosing her.

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Between Tomorrow and Tomorrow

Mom finishes her kung pow chicken and finds no fortune in the cookie. Then the labor pains kick in all over her like an other worldly chain reaction of earthquakes that will not be stopped. She gives birth right there in the food court.

Guest User 11/18/21 Guest User 11/18/21

The Destroyed Object Is Resurrected - A Prosepoem

I feel better at home, though when I go into the kitchen the staff have turned into simian creatures. Not quite human, not quite monkey. Something gleefully in between, well-dressed as ever.

Guest User 10/12/21 Guest User 10/12/21

The Good Days - A Diary of Two Octobers

26-

Light inscense and start a book. When he came home it was time for lip gloss and the first in a string of a thousand “I love yous.”

Guest User 10/8/21 Guest User 10/8/21

Our Rural Road

Usually, it was minor things at the mouth of the road. Collisions into the guardrail that mussed up a front fender and little else. The loud squeak of breaks and the cloud of white steam from burnt tire rubber and then maybe voices in dissent. Never the need for an ambulance.

Guest User 9/26/21 Guest User 9/26/21

Red Brick Door - A Fiction

A yellow jail issue scrub shirt, her hands, the deft fingers lithe with clean short nails, were cuffed in front- my mind recalled a christ-like figure.

Guest User 9/14/21 Guest User 9/14/21

One Act by a Dead Man

Amy: I’m sorry if I sent mixed signals, but I’m not attracted to you. You’re wasting your time and your feelings.

Peter: Feeling things isn’t a waste. Why must you continually divert all power to shields?

Amy: I’ve been hurt, so I protect myself. Isn’t that my right? The psychic in New York told me that I’ve probably been abused in several past lives, not just in this one…

Peter: I thought the psychic in Bucharest told you that?

Guest User 9/12/21 Guest User 9/12/21

Innocence Ends in Avondale - A Chicago Story

That’s it. That word, it pulls up like a tub stopper in her, letting all the old dirty waters drain out. It upsets her deep in her gut where she buries her heart. The Elston house feels disgusting, suddenly, as if she’s been swallowed by a beast. Doomed to dwell in a place where “utopia” is the exact furthest thing from reality.

Guest User 9/4/21 Guest User 9/4/21

Ghost Women In Another Vegas - A Poem

This is better than the last testament to her will, which has been reduced to a manuscript hidden in a rare and rusting trunk. Frothing and varnished, it waits.

Guest User 8/8/21 Guest User 8/8/21

Dawn In The Parking Lot of Average Dreams - A Poem

Dark Gravel

Flattened Cardboard Burger Boxes

Used Bandaids

Slabs of Tire Rubber

Splintered Toothpicks

Exploded Ketchup Packets

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Short Spring, Or: Leaving Los Angeles

When I returned home later my roommate informed me of something going on the following weekend in WeHo that sounded quite obviously like an orgy.