Bread
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Bread Mannequins and Green Mist
On the green and misty outskirts of Cincinnati, a man named Saul Revenge pauses in his driveway and looks at his blue house. His rust-orange suit is crumpled from a day of working and living. Everything seems intact beneath a cantaloupe and baby-blue cotton colored sky streaked with bruise gray. The shrubs are neatly pruned… Continue reading
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Bread Storm
There’s the ache of rain in the air Releasing me from this summer suffocation Lightning bolts burn shocking tattoos into my skin A frozen anchor, a blonde devil I walk barefoot out onto the street All the way to the grand palace librio on the hill I pick up Hemingway’s shotgun And carry it around… Continue reading
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The Misty-Eyed Stormtrooper (Episode III)
“I’ve really been looking forward to this. I know it may seem strange to you that I’m so excited about bread, but sometimes being a commander in the Evil Empire doesn’t allow a proper balance between work and a personal life.” Continue reading
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The Misty-Eyed Stormtrooper (Episode II)
The Unexpected Meeting When things had quieted down and most of the other stormtroopers were settling into the barracks for the night, Karl retrieved his secret cookbook from its hiding place and snuck off to the communal kitchen to bake bread. He rummaged through the cabinets to gather bowls and utensils and pans and all… Continue reading
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The Swimming Window
And there were orange baptized bullets lodged in a wall of sea salt adobe and skull, a hard skull of architecture burned and bandaged the sun was far too bright as I dug them out with the tip of a knife and I was suddenly cursing the violence of Southwest sweat and artificial love and… Continue reading
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