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You know the city: it’s that place tucked between those two mountains so the sun never shines on it. It’s where your worst nightmares don’t bother hiding behind the corners.
It’s also a wonderful place, filled with incredible secrets, legends walking about as if they own the place, and this one girl with blonde hair whom […]
There’s a bar underground where all the poets hang. At midnight, a procession of eight or ten will get on stage and read their latest. It’s a small stage, but no place for the timid. If you read something old, they’ll throw coffee mugs until you retreat in a shower of ceramic. But they applaud […]
As a child, I had sets of monkey bars a lot like this one. Not identical. No two sets should be identical. Everyone should have their own.
On Fox Street, there’s a series of apartments that are single rooms with an attached toilet. Under Fox Street, the toilets are shared.
Typically, four or five or even seven people live in one of these rooms. They’re actually fairly large, considering, and a few strategically placed bits of plywood or sheets hanging from the ceiling […]
First, the capital of Florida. The Capital building, midday on a Saturday. It’s just a regular building, right? I mean, it’s not like they’ve got laws on the books in this “city” that require all future buildings to be no larger–er, taller. Oh, what, you mean they do? Oops.
Second, something a little more colorful–if by […]
Friday evening. The sun hangs low in the west, but something moves in the east.
Move as it may, it’s got to go through me.
It hasn’t got a chance.
It had to get out into the wild.
You can really see my scar in this one.« Previous Entries