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Down an alley that branches off from the church, there’s a bench where I sometimes go and sit after dark. The bench is damp and hasn’t been painted in years, and I’m pretty sure no one else uses it apart from me. Which is good, because it’s my bench, now. All around it, there are… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: What can I give you? lulia Halatz What can I give you? I am the blue as imagined by a blind and the roots of knowledge as watered by a scholar. I am the yellow wind and the mauve respond of light perched in the ubiquitous trees tethered in… Read more
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In one breath we suck in the past and a thousand tonnes of dust, and then with the next, we inhale summer and honey and the love of eyes that speak of a season where the leaves fall and cover lakes like an alien skin. Y’know, like when you were a kid and you grazed your… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Eavesdropping on an Anarchist’s Monologue at the Post Office Here you are, fumbling for change in your early 60’s, to get the fucking technology to work Shouldn’t you be in Orlando with a beer gut? (Copy machine fails to cooperate) Corporate America, pssh! I’m minding my own business at… Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: Every day next week we will be presenting a new Sudden Denouement writer. We have received an enormous amount of submissions and have five new writers to present–there may be more. We have received amazing submissions from all over the world, and I have personally enjoyed reading each one.… Read more
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The moment she begins, some guy in Brazil is forced to his knees in a ditch by the side of the road. The second she sticks those fingers in as deep as they can go, the guy gets his head blown off with an assault rifle wielded by some kid wearing flip-flops and a… Read more
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Sometimes I love you, and sometimes I hate you. Sometimes there’s this urge in me to write down my feelings in a letter letting you know how you’re in every word of mine. That how even though we don’t know each other anymore, you’re with me every step of the way. The truth can… Read more
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She waits for the bus, and I’m looking but pretending I’m not because I don’t want her to know she interests me. I’m made of stone, you see, and I don’t want no woman knowing she’s getting under my skin making me feel like anything other than the distant writer I claim to be.… Read more
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Made a new video. There’s talk about the sudden death of someone I kinda knew but didn’t. There’s further discussion on haircuts, inventing words, bad hand hygiene, and then I attempt to read two pieces from the journals. One from each, in fact. Those pieces are Lonely Roads, and Mythic Porno Machine. Worth a watch… Read more
