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African Insomina

“African Insomnia” by Mark Blickley I’m tired and I hate the daylight. This strange sun reflecting off the white djellabas irritates me. It lights up a city of men tugging at their genitals, smiling toothless smiles. It shows dogs and children, bones pressing against skin, begging for relief. The sun releases the warm smell of

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Why Not?

“Do you wanna go?”, Yevgeny enthusiastically asked. He didn’t have to specify where and she didn’t need to ask. He had asked her many times before. “Not now”, Yael responded in one of her various ways that wasn’t quite a yes, yet preserved hope by never being a definitive no. This wasn’t a technique of

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Moonlight With Tom Thomson

Moonlight With Tom Thomson Tom Thomson winked as Marla tucked a daisy into the open paint-box on his lap. She did a double-take and stepped back. There was a discordant crash behind them, and Marla flinched and looked over her shoulder. Her family was banging on the rainbow-painted piano in the middle of the patio

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I Love a City That Will Never Love Me Back

I Love a City That Will Never Love Me Back The desert stopped crying long ago. She placed her tears in a prickly pear and gave me a champagne mirage where palm trees forget to grow. Where sweat drenches daylight and neon sucks the soul from night. Where drunken marriages flow as freely as fingers

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A Thousand Worry Free Moments!

Tears of abandonment in the eyes of a faithful companion my past has been part of someone else’s future; Ripening into a sailing stone inscribing long tracks without any physical intervention giving birth to geological phenomenonal types of rocks; Being the kind of man that is never poor, aiming for the shade and prescribed hugging!

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Hunger Pangs

I cut up my ribs, neat and tidy. He bites into his, smearing barbecue sauce across his mouth. He’s always been the impulsive one and I the more careful. I wonder if he ever burned himself. I know I have. My heart aches as I watch, almost as much as I do with longing. If

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On the (not so) Merry-Go-Round

On the (not so) Merry-Go-Round Dawn’s wake-up call a constant replay caught on a carousel, a March hare carnival, a nightmare because there’s no safety out there. Longing for days before a new normal ripped memory, slashed from olden days of childhood, turned a sunny life into a three-ring scramble for $ with roaming unmasked

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Diverge No More

I haunt myself with fragments embodying wonders of roads not taken not able to witness where they could have led aside from tracings in my eye gone once focused on in the pale blue din of thoughts intersecting with cross-sections of self here yet not really anywhere of consequence. Who would I be without you?

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Sideways Talk

Sideways Talk I watched the sunlight slowly depart the room. Magically sucked from the room through a closed window. Darkness. Another day marked off. I was neither happy nor sad; mostly bored. They told me not to worry; they will take good care of you; you won’t be there long. The door to my room

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City of Samba

I shut my eyes to brush through my memories for warmth and sunny beaches as a pair of red, shiny slippers shelters my feet. As the slippers clack, clack, clack, I wishfully whisper: “there’s no place like home; there’s no place like home; there’s no place like home.” But that won’t get me all the

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