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ooo la la....
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landscapes
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Route 66
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textures
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Vegas fun!
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postcards from home
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flora
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pups and such
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did you know, she asked, / that there are 217 telephone poles / between here and the / Peppertree Clinic?
take a peek at these....
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“I’d like my brain wiped clean.” / “We don’t do that here.” / “Well, how about electroshock then?”
flash fiction
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I turned back to my work, hoping it would all become a faint stain for me, too, just one more memory among many in a larger collection of macabre human mayhem…
longer pieces
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I’m innocent, I used to say / Not anymore you’re not / You’d say, flashing me / That lascivious grin…
twenty
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and like a polio of the soul, she is frozen where she lay, the spots of sunshine always just out of her reach…
short pieces
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and he’d say, i’ve never done this with anyone else / (in case you were wondering)….
to the exotic places
