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Movies

Movies Sitting in the library in Chicago. Wasting a morning with cheap coffee and poetry, when a book on shelf R9 catches my attention: The Films of the Seventies. I pull the book off the shelf and begin to skim. Many of the films I’d seen but their plots I’ve forgotten. For a while, it […]

The Rapper

The Rapper Taking a piss at the library in Chicago. I hear a guy in one of the stalls rapping about wiping his ass. I don’t think he was a very good rapper. There was a lot of mumbling as he struggled to rhyme “ass” with “cash”. I wondered if he could pull it off. […]

Veggie Tray

Veggie Tray She said she was making chili for the party. Other people, she thought, might bring pizza or wings. She said there might also be cupcakes or cookies and chips. Though I already knew, still, I asked out of politeness, what she wanted me to bring to her party. She asked, “How about a […]

Freedom to Escape

Freedom to Escape The warden paid a visit to Prisoner 1023388. She looked ill, but comfortable, behind the bars in her striped prison uniform. “You’ve been confined a long time,” the warden told her. “But I’ve got some good news.” From inside her cage, the prisoner replied, “Am I getting out? Finally?” “Do you know […]

Safe

Safe I hadn’t seen the old man since before Christmas. He turned 81 a few days after Christmas. A few weeks after Christmas, I picked him up to take him out for a belated birthday and Christmas meal and give him his birthday and Christmas gifts. I gave him a used karaoke machine I got […]

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Doomsday Tortillas

Steve asked Tasko if there was anything to drink. “Might be some beer in the fridge. Have at ’em,” Tasko … Continue reading Doomsday Tortillas

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