Tag Archives: prose

3B48 (Impressions of a classroom on the Côte D’Azur)

The light floods in, its coldness a relief from the burning sun outside. The room is sterile but somehow reminds me of rooms in which I’ve sweated in the past – perhaps in dreams. The inhabitants cannot see me. I … Continue reading

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Friday Evening In The Old Town

I went back. Battling with memories, some fond and some less so, I went back. The streets were slick with rain, and maybe some blood, and we’d thrown back a couple cans on the train – it had been a … Continue reading

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Reminiscences While Numbly Staring At A Water Bottle.

My friend with no map.   I remember those moments. Those end-of-the-thrill, electric moments. All gone up in smoke, now. I could be staring into space, thinking about what to buy for dinner tomorrow. I could be needing to urinate. … Continue reading

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Slugger

Shoulder playing up again. Took a shot of adrenaline. Not many left.   When I last looked up at the sky, the stars were pretty clouded out. Tonight they seem clear. I can see them, anyways. I’ll keep my eye … Continue reading

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Another Experiment

Don’t stop, kid. Don’t worry about the chest pains, just you worry about what is going on inside your brain. Is it productive? Is it useful? Don’t even worry about being truthful, just hold yourself together and push on. If … Continue reading

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Transmitter

This one is even new…   The studio is our bunker. We surface from time to time for cigarettes, for air. It is a long way past midnight and it is January. The steam rises from us when we step … Continue reading

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October 2001

This is one I wrote about three years ago, and is entirely autobiographical – perhaps one of my more notable teenage adventures. It was actually pretty hard to write because I still feel terrible about what I put my Mother … Continue reading

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Fragments from “Diatribe”

Scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours, yeah, nails drawing blood down to the bone, friend of mine. That’s the way it goes, you need to draw blood and I need to lose some, so scratch away. Scratch at my … Continue reading

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