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2×2: A fiction

Her father named her Nola. As unlikely as it was, he was a jazz fan, hence the name. It was Sat­ur­day after­noon. Guatemala City was warm. Hawk­ers thinly dis­guised as street per­form­ers were in front of most stores near the national … Con­tinue read­ing

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Untitled 88

Just the photo. After my last post, I think it best to leave the words out…I say this even though I know that it will be hard for you not to go back and read it. It’s bad. Just own­ing that. But you … Con­tinue read­ing

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Blue Window

This blue win­dow opens, flut­ters an invite: Wind wan­ders through here

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Last House

I took all the pic­tures in Guatemala with a small Leica dig­i­tal cam­era at my waist. I assumed the cam­era saw about what I was see­ing and fired hun­dreds of frames. Any street phở­tog­ra­pher uses this tech­nique. Hav­ing a small … Con­tinue read­ing

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For All Of Us…Goodnight

Pay atten­tion. I am not going to waste space here:We look at one another wait­ing for one to change the other. We say to each other and we hear from pro­fes­sion­als, that we attract the peo­ple who amplify our dark … Con­tinue read­ing

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Forgetting

Miller sat across from me in the exam room. The cres­cent scar on his scalp was healed. A month ago there was a six inch divot scooped out from the right side of his head as from a reck­less eight … Con­tinue read­ing

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Me & This Guy

Me and…and this guy Moun­tains, always, between us He gave up I left

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By and Bye

A man was put in prison in 2000 some­thing, I don’t know why, didn’t ask. He was trans­ferred to my sur­gi­cal ser­vice. It goes like this: I get a page say­ing to call the trans­fer cen­ter at the hos­pi­tal. It’s … Con­tinue read­ing

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Five or Four

This is a pic­ture of a leaf of two of five rec­tan­gles of four of yel­low of a line of the side of a build­ing of a crack of a side­walk of right angles of a game or some­one else’s … Con­tinue read­ing

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Where The Truth Is

When I lie, it is auto­matic. I don’t think about it – although it is com­ing straight from my brain. My mouth opens and out it comes and I then have the chore of liv­ing with it, embell­ish­ing it (you thought the … Con­tinue read­ing

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