Aaron Echoes August
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Bowie’s Buddha Waffle
I was lying in my bed looking at the white ceiling and listening to the sounds coming from the box fans we have in our room. Neither myself nor my wife can sleep without the sound of the fans. It’s been like that for a very, very long time. Dead silence is the devil. I… Continue reading
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Child of the Cabbage (Ep. 8)
Farm Guy quickly got up from the table, went to the refrigerator and yanked open the door. He was pretending to look for something, but he was really trying to avoid her muddied golden eyes drilling into him for an answer. “Why would you ask me something like that…? Why don’t you die?” “I want… Continue reading
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Child of the Cabbage (Ep. 7)
Gracelyn Polk stood in front of her social studies classroom and cleared her throat as she looked down at the paper she held in her hands. She moved her head up, addressed the empty desks with her eyes and smiled. “For my report on the person I most admire, I chose someone that I just… Continue reading
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Sun of Dirt
Why is this world so dirty?why are the lumps playing King?I look around, look aroundcan’t see anythingcan’t avert my eyesto all the splashes of filththat survive Dirty walls and dirty streetsa laundromat full of dirty sheetsstained with all those lovers’ dreamshelpless infants, toddlers toodrinking from dirty bottleswith their dirty little mouthswet with the slobberof an… Continue reading
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Beyond a Shadow of a Lemon
It be catastrophic ink Hand-held jubilee in Sicily Heart ripped Via raw meat grinder Downtown high school The high bums making their way In cascading light and atrophy Train whistle kid runs I bus tables at some Italian joint Dirty head ware Lomticks of lowly paycheck curse the bank Stirring spaghetti sauce with hair drenched… Continue reading
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Child of the Cabbage (Ep. 6)
It was the general Midwestern place found in the great picture book of the American dream, now dreamless. The homes ran in a row down each side of the boulevard, typical two-story architectural teeth erected by lost hands inside a broken jaw, darkened square windows of dusted glass looking out on buckled and broken sidewalks… Continue reading
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The Doll Salon (End)
Feldon saw that it was Carl and Eve as groom and bride up front and there was a plume of death incense percolating in a thurible and then a bloodless pall fell over the entire gathering. Continue reading
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Author’s notes at the edge of daylight
I thought I would do something different today and create a post about the notes I make when thoughts come to me at 5 a.m. and I get up and write them down in a frenzy, so I won’t forget what I was thinking while lying there in bed and worrying about the world and… Continue reading
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The Doll Salon (Pt. 4)
“No, no, no,” Feldon reassured her as he patted her hand. “Nothing sexual. I just want to be close to you in my darkest time of need.” Continue reading
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Child of the Cabbage (Ep. 5)
A bastard chill struck a prophecy of a coming autumn as Astron Puffin sat on a fallen tree deep in the woods. He was looking down at his small but thick hands. He turned them slowly before him, and it was hard to imagine that those were the same hands used to crush their throats.… Continue reading
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