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What I Am

by on Oct 7, 2014 in Short Fiction | 0 comments

I know what I am. I am Big Apple. I bear witness to struggle, to tragedy small and enormous, to daily happiness, madness, and vengeance. I am gas leak, rent hike, and sewer blockage. I am five–alarm fire. I am subway strike, rat infestation, rabid raccoons in the Cloisters. I am ten foot...

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Steel Snowflakes in My Skull

by on Apr 1, 2014 in Short Fiction | 3 comments

1500 Words My death smells like cold steel and hot vomit. I touch my head and feel the cranial cap tightly holding in the fragments of my skull. I also have three metal snowflakes in there. My chest is covered with those little surgeon masks, all rocking with my retch. I’m still tossing...

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