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Starway Strangler

From a parking lot, I was looking out my side window at the freeway overpass, the sun present yet neutral. The cars were rolling by, rearranging…


Gods Dance in My Head

Enthusiasm (from the Greek word enthousiasmos, from enthous, meaning “possessed by a god, inspired.”) I want to make something for you That means I…


Allen

When we first met, I thought that he was odd. Odd, but harmless. He and I were first-year master’s students in the English department; we were…


6 to 6: Turn Around, Dumbass

I got a call yesterday in my taxi, 409 W. Rudasil Road. I was about five miles away and I dialed the phone number to let the person know I was on my…


The Rise and Fall of Free Speech in America: A Retrospection

The Rise and Fall of Free Speech in America by D.W. Griffith (Palala Press, September 2015) In 1916, Hollywood filmmaker W.D. Griffith published a…


Coon Hunting, Part 1

Dear Sir/Madam, When I was a small boy, I used to go on excursions into “the London,” and I vividly remember the overwhelming sensation of being an…


Cave Canem, Part 2

V. I smell smoke, more burnt gunpowder, and blood. I sit in the back with the Twins now, their cries dwindling to sobs. Lynn is bucking up; she has…


Blues of the Badge

It was a long day. I’m not talking a long day at the office, taking shit from some poindexter in polyester. No; I’m talking about a 10-55, two 488s,…


Love You, Zyra, Part 1

I. Trouble at Gatwick Airport. And JFK. Make that Heathrow. What the fuck does it matter? Anyway, there was talk amongst the check-in staff that I…


Selfie

“Here we are: the ChitChat Café,” I announced proudly. “Would you like to take a seat here by the flower boxes?” I had called earlier to reserve what…