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The Man in the Red Car

For m ROSE I was seven months pregnant — we were heading into town for my monthly doctor’s visit — when we first saw the man in the red car. It was on the Harpole Road, near the lone twisted … Continue reading

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The Dare

Frank and Ellen met when both were on the rebound. Ellen didn’t want to be involved with anyone for a while and told Frank so, right away, even though they’d just met. It was a heady way to start out, … Continue reading

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Second Glance No. 5

For G “…But the Kabbalah also knows of a more esoteric possibility…, no doubt heretical, that there shall come a day when…[w]ords will rebel against man. They will shake off the servitude of meaning…’become themselves, and dead as stones in … Continue reading

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When He’s Gone

She doesn’t know how to explain it, what comes over her when he’s gone. It’s as if, when he’s around, all the energy she has goes his way, feeds him and the life they have in common. It’s not that … Continue reading

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Lustrum

Tonight along the avenue, street lights and store lights, automobile headlights and taillights, flicker across puddles born of days of rain. I find myself watching women. Gumbo of dirt and stones and leaves spills onto pavement that shuttles it this … Continue reading

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Chores and Pleasures

This morning as We three cut wood I thought about pioneering days when Life was chores. Survival May have depended on a morning’s work like ours Lovemaking, even, may have been a chore This afternoon as You play backgammon with … Continue reading

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Dorothy’s Day After

Dorothy knows this morning she had too much luau last night. She swats the radio alarm dead — she’s beyond snooze — and thinks about calling in sick to work. This makes her feel marginally guilty. She gets up to … Continue reading

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Dorothy’s Day

Sound filters through the depths of her sleep as Dorothy swims to the surface. She wakes to luau music, or some ad exec’s idea of it, as the radio alarm signals the start of another new day: “…arrive from the … Continue reading

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