Samurai Jason in Othello, 3rd Scene, 3rd Act
I parked the car in the post office parking lot and when I cut the ignition my blues died—or perhaps more to the point, my blues CD died. I walked up the sidewalk to the […]
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Peel and Drag
The bus lurches, My hand falling for the fourth Time on the sign that says ‘Do not touch.’ A door opens and the bus Coughs me into the street. It rolls away— I try not […]
Broken Toy Soldier
I found him on the street: green, like camouflage, I almost overlooked him, among the brown October leaves by the gray sidewalk. One arm raised but the raised arm broken off at the shoulder; whatever […]