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Quarter to sleep
He shook his head at the painters sanding. ‘Shouldn’t they be wearing masks?’ He...
He shook his head at the painters sanding. ‘Shouldn’t they be wearing masks?’ He coughed, then smoked another drag.
The gate is open, but he is gone. My locks are doubled and curtains drawn. The comfort of a fire...
The gate is open, but he is gone. My locks are doubled and curtains drawn. The comfort of a fire escape and tin whistles with sharp reeds.
Why I’m awake still; more curious even, why did I make eye contact with that man outside my...
Why I’m awake still; more curious even, why did I make eye contact with that man outside my window, running fresh tracks in the frozen snow?
The punk stormed out the gay bar screaming. The Latin twinks and their cop cousins gave chase....
The punk stormed out the gay bar screaming. The Latin twinks and their cop cousins gave chase. Later, a bigot lay cuffed on slushy pavement.
There was a fire next to snow on a Manhattan street. Cold smoke mists into ice over open hydrants....
There was a fire next to snow on a Manhattan street. Cold smoke mists into ice over open hydrants. Footprints of a struggle.
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