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“Distrust”

The street crowd clapped their hands and stomped their feet as a man in a gray hoodie threw a jab a right cross an uppercut a hook at a non-existent opponent. A passing patrolman judged the man and the crowd … Continue reading

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“Lying in Wait”

(Photo: “Between”, copyright by Brooke Shaden) I lie on my bed waiting. Waiting for the evil Which haunts the space In my desecrated home To strike. It sits at my kitchen table. It eats the food from my cupboard. It drinks … Continue reading

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“We Must Not Legitimatize Her Words”

Why do we allow this woman such press? Why is her picture ingrained in our brains? Why do we watch as she flails with cold hands? Why do we stay as she cries against us? Why do we let her … Continue reading

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“Spring”

spring is everywhere two boys ten and eleven murder on their minds (Haiku inspired by “2 boys face murder conspiracy charges“. UPI.com. March 31, 2013.

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Sammy, the Gat: “The Heinz 57 Man”

(Sammy, the Gat, is a continuing story.) Glossary at end. Now I’m an ace five-notches hit man, and Johnnie Pickles, a two-bit like-kind, has me in his view finder. I got no druthers. I gotta go after him. I two-step … Continue reading

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“Ode to Kaspar Hauser”

A boy appeared At the barracks gate A torn letter In his hand. Kaspar Hauser It said His mother is poor His father Is a cavalry man. Soft hands Blistered feet No knowledge Of the world He came From a … Continue reading

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Sammy, the Gat: “I Doodle On My Noodle”

(Glossary at end.) I eyeball it past Lefty Louie, who’s standin’next to me, and digitize the slick pics the precip rough-drafts on the frame pane of the fly-to. Double L’s etch-a-sketch reflection mimes him finger-itchin’ to double-clamp my ab-slab. My … Continue reading

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