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Margaret & Beak Discuss Jazz for The Last Time

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He lit a slim, brown cigarette and drew on it. "But have you heard the flugelhorn? I mean, have you heard a particularly adept flugelhorn?"

The Empty City - Chapter 1 - Early Summer

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Every day the trains transported the young and successful and the not so young and less successful who belonged to the five buildings.

1998, What I Wanted

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What I wanted was long-in-the-sheets sex...

Ghost

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You want to be there, but not noticed. Alive, but not too alive. Because that's how you feel every day. Like an apology with legs.

No Pretty Boy

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Janice liked me being in the closet while she brought dudes home from the Mack. We both liked it, but sometimes, sitting on that folding chair for that twenty minutes among her clothes, all perfume-stanky and leather-smell, it felt like the whole world wa

Calypso

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For here in the vortex are no other laws, Than separate towards you I and skirting stone- To wards where wavelets purr against their pause A moment more, to yawn to omicron… Inside the seashell orchard's whirl-quick floor- Come all at once to me or…

Luck

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You climb on a stool, drink off the first glass without coming up for air. Man, that tastes good!

Before

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The last time they made love she could feel the hint of pain and loss which would become her.

One Day the Caveman Played Guitar

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Others climbed trees for a hopeful sighting.

Masdy's Silver

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Cheater was a Goblin. He carried a long knife, not quite a sword, but more than your average pocket blade.

A Wee Noggin - Paddy Whacker's Challenge

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On the eve of celebrating their patron saint at the public house, one of his particularly cabbaged mates was bold enough to ask him about his cranial deformity.

Life Before Kant

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I doused back three Buds in the time it took him to detest a variety of subjects including the naivety of quantum physics and pregnant women.

1997: What I Wanted

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If all the world had one neck, I would have clenched my hands around it and squeezed until everything went black.

Summertime

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“Mescaline occurs naturally in our bodies, you know,” I said.

Her father's job

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“We don’t drop litter. Pick it up.”

Late November

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“I found a recipe on the net and now my hair smells of pumpkin.”

Ethics

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I was good-looking, marketable and ambitious. And that never hurt anyone cracking it big ...

The Alternative Zodiac

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Instead of these gew-gaw ‘signs’ you waffle about, I will give you reality

The Night We Saw Shehenshah

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‘In terms of relationship, I am your Father – my name is the Emperor’.

Strings

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The field opens up to us like something born.

The Strange Edge: Have I Stumbled Upon a New Idear? (Blog)

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Slipstream features strange events in a typical world whereas New Weird features typical events in a strange world.

After the Fall

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They were a family, now, these three: child, widow, widower.

The girl, whose hair was red, green and yellow

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There were trees where I lived and clean pavement

My Shasta Daisy

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I lay on grass warmed by the sun Somehow the breeze finds Its way between my toes I gaze at your beauty Standing alone in between Blades of green grass Is Shasta My Daisy I watch you dance As the wind teases and blows I watch you stand tall …

Killing Noise

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I ate a novel. I digested a film reel. I vomited poetry.

Breaking Dawn

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This is where he died, she says to me, and points to the damp pavement. Her hair is wet, and slicked against her neck. The humidity is making everything engulf her. The sleep shorts I bought her last July are loose on her now, but between the rain and

I Use Commas like Ninja Stars

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my foreign mouth embarrassed the teachers. my jumbled words gave people sad faces. so wrong these words of mine. even the mentally retarded girl would not talk to me. just looking at my garbled mouth made her slap herself. and my writing. oh no. my writin

Fuck with death....again.

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The grenadier moans in his sleep. He’s making love with a dead brown woman. A small, bone thin woman with heavy milk full breast. A dead child’s milk.

And So It Begins

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Kelly looked at her screen. Did she really just type that? Is she really going that cliche? Apparently so. She sighed. "Well I can't erase it for fear of losing words so I might as well just go with it."

Abduction

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they’d been pumping him with Dilaudid at night, to adjust his palette for what was coming, in the soft lamp light he watched his long fingers sprout pink caterpillar fuzz, knuckles morphed into hinges for Monarch butterflies,