| Street Cars
| | Street Cars It was winter. the snow might have been black. Pittsburgh was very dirty then, filthy they said - you had to change your shirt after you walked outside. You were perpetually marked with a... | | Words: | 420 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Detroit
| | We lit bonfires every Halloween in the gutter . You could kick the fire into the sewer if it got too high. Kind of scary, but controlled. My mother was like that fire. She was burning up inside,... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 30-07-07 |
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| Ooh-oo Child (monologue no. 1)
| | (Woman in her 60's is sitting at a restaurant table, using knife to trace patterns in the tablecloth. She picks up spoon and puts lipstick on while looking into it. She is sitting with 16 year old... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 28-04-07 |
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| Who is the Fool?
| | The Fool in Tarot depicts a person approaching the edge of a cliff. The Fool is numbered zero- the... | | Words: | 313 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Public |
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| Full Moon Fishing
| | Â Â Â The moon is bright and big and heavy. Â It hangs close to the earth as we stand in the manger. Â He says, "It's a good night for fishing." He says it a couple times. Â I don't ask him why though I am... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 06-04-07 |
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| Why aren't you?
| | I've been approached twice in the past couple of weeks by irate people asking me "Why are you taking... | | Words: | 240 | | Comments: | 8 | | Status: | Public |
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| I was not thinking
| | Your heart is broken, I know that... | | Words: | 186 | | Comments: | 30 | | Status: | Public |
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| Clean Sweep
| | The new moon in Virgo (and the eclipse) give us an opportunity to get rid of whatever is cluttering... | | Words: | 164 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| The Wedding
| | I have come to Cleveland to wed... | | Words: | 157 | | Comments: | 39 | | Status: | Public |
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| Brittle Bones
| | Bone cancer, she says, they think it might be bone cancer. The diagnosis - degenerative bone disease, but only because they can not get far enough into his lungs to tap cells, to remove fluid to see... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 10-08-06 |
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| Motion Potion
| | My dad's Aunt Katie was very superstitious. He has pictures of himself little dressed up in girls' clothing. I always thought they were hand-me-downs, but the more I read the more I was convinced she... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 04-12-06 |
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| mY pUnK rOcK LiFe(1977-1981)
| | By the time I read the review in the 'Soho Weekly News" that said the best songs in 'Debt Begins at Twenty' were the ones I wrote, and how much fun the reviewer had watching the movie, things had long... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 29-03-07 |
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| Tears
| | I felt like there was an extra layer of skin on my mothersâ?? family, there was a toughness and a seeming indifference to sadness and hurt that I couldnâ??t fake. My feelings were hurt around them, they... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 04-09-06 |
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| The Ride
| | Stuffed animal heads frozen in grotesque expressions bobbed up and down. Animal cries, drum music, safari horns blared from the loudspeakers as the line snaked around the metal railings leading to the... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 14-09-06 |
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| I sit
| | I sit... | | Words: | 146 | | Comments: | 24 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Dismantling Beauty (V1)
| | Blue collar men dismantled my beauty piece by piece knocked on the ground a rag to my mouth knee in my throat commenting on my body like a machine in the mill their lives were crushed and sweated away... | | Words: | 465 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Reader |
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| The Opposite Shore
| | You stand on the opposite shore... | | Words: | 260 | | Comments: | 12 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Let My Tongue be Silenced (v2)
| | Let my tongue be silenced if ever I forget you. I will forget this pain, I will forget when your name sounded like a curse word. I will forget it is easier not to see you . I will forget I thought... | | Words: | 506 | | Comments: | 6 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Three Wise Men
| | Three wise men push... | | Words: | 125 | | Comments: | 7 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Blackberries
| | my not yet lover drives... | | Words: | 49 | | Comments: | 37 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Cross
| | He is talking... | | Words: | 47 | | Comments: | 15 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Detroit (#2 in the 'detroit burns' series)
| | They sent me to shop class. My father worked with his hands, and in Pittsburgh back then they figured 'like father, like son.' My fathers hands could wrap around my head. They bulged with knotted... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 14-04-06 |
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| Refuge (v2)
| | I take refuge in your body... | | Words: | 141 | | Comments: | 5 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Swallow
| | Her throat is closed like a fist punching inward My fist clenched I come out swinging She acted like my anger had nothing to do with hers though everything else about me was a reflection of her My... | | Words: | 433 | | Comments: | 43 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Surface Features
| | The waters will part in their own time... | | Words: | 206 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Reader |
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| Lunacy
| | Oh dark serpent's tail wound around... | | Words: | 103 | | Comments: | 18 | | Status: | Reader |
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