Last Bender, Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â “TIMOTHY Philip STRUNGil,” I said. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â “Right,” he barked back across the three-foot...
Read MoreCHAPTER FIVE Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â “TIMOTHY Philip STRUNGil,” I said. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â “Right,” he barked back across the three-foot...
Read MoreMy mother getting older sheds leaves Like blessings of gold they flicker In subsiding touches of sun And turn to flutter in breath Now warm, now abysmal. Wind off the...
Read MoreMayakovsky led me naturally back to Whitman. I remember well being astonished by Whitman in high school. Here was a man in the mid 19th century who saw it all, saw...
Read MoreCHAPTER FOUR Monozone was a quiet place at seven in the morning. I sat in my cubicle thinking, Stronghole is not a bad man. Anyone’d want to work with him. He had...
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