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A small house a small space a small life less than he imagined and still they are taking. He stands alone. Pours. Lifts a cheap plastic tumbler from the counter and drinks. Pours again. He breathes deeply and lets the acrid honey of loss and despair coat the crumbling internal walls of his being. …The only god he knows
She dreamt. In the dream, she sat at a sparkling yellow Formica table in a matching yellow chair. She ran her hands along the chrome edging of the table’s surface, brushed her fingers lightly over the table’s flattened sunshine. She pulled one thigh and then the other from the cushioned seat on which she …Quoins of sand Maj and I are about to play a board game called Sequence. Maj reaches quickly for the green chips and announces, “I need you to be red this time.” I am not so inclined, “Nope. Too Christmassy if all the chips on the board are red and green. It annoys me. Plus red is …Best board-game friends “Did you read my post?” Mark is grinding the coffee beans for the next morning’s coffee, and he is about to head upstairs to bed. As the noise of the grinder fades, he turns to me, “What?” “Did you read the piece I put up? The one called Beliance?” “No. Let me do that …Cliff-Notes for Mark |
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