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Vampyre.
My name is Giovanni. I sleep with worms. I am dead. How long I have been dead, I scarcely recall. I may have come to this country on a steamship. It seems to me that my childhood was in Roma or Napoli before the time of Napoleone. When I died, I similarly do not recall. I awake a dusk: that is......Read More

Posted on: 2007-07-02 06:59:43 | Rating:

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Vampyre (II)
I thought I should come back and comment on my last story because I certainly don’t want to offend anyone – in particular, I thought that the bit about the prostitute might be a little dicey. I am not objectifying her – I hope this explains everything. These stories, and I hope some of you......Read More

Posted on: 2007-07-02 08:57:41 | Rating:

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Leaving.
It seems that we’ve been at it for days but it has really only been all of a dull, grey, raining November afternoon. It is warm in the kitchen. First it is her turn and then I try. There seems to be no way to get ourselves out of this mess. The tears run down her face. I don’t know how I......Read More

Posted on: 2007-07-02 10:39:14 | Rating:

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The Appointment.
I find myself on the steps of my brownstone, pulling on my overcoat. I feel the weight of the pistol in the pocket and wonder what the hell it’s doin’ there. I snap on the safety and slip it into the holster under my arm. That would be rich. If I put my hand in my pocket and ended up shooting......Read More

Posted on: 2007-07-03 14:44:04 | Rating:

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Miscellaneous thoughts.
Superman. I don’t know why it is but, every time I help someone, I’m still not a hero of any kind at all. I don’t know why it is but, every time I play my best, I still never get the winning goal. I don’t know why it is but, every time I paint, I’m still never a great artist. I......Read More

Posted on: 2007-07-08 18:45:51 | Rating:

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Slither
I feel more than you. I stand on the ground and I feel the earth breathe. Its shifting under my feet is the movement of its plates. That’s why I’m clumsy. I’m never sure of finding the same place at the end of my next step. I see the stars shift above me on their infinite trajectories......Read More

Posted on: 2007-07-18 12:51:11 | Rating:

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Mirror
Six million people live in this city. There are commuter suburbs and satellite towns as well. Altogether there are, maybe, 12 million people in the region. That’s so many people that it’s hard to conceive. So how easy it, with all those people, to see yourself on a busy downtown street?......Read More

Posted on: 2007-07-18 18:10:29 | Rating:

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Moon song
by many nights i am shrouded in a gossamer veil of refined artefice to ward off the impassioned light. singing a poet's song of broken rhymes and stanzas, i proclaim my existence. you lead the way through moon lit meadows (ultramarine!) with promises of secrets unfathomed. but are you......Read More

Posted on: 2007-07-19 11:06:14 | Rating:

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The Box
The box is as old as it is full of the remembered and that which lies beyond. Photographs, ancient and forgotten; their tattered edges are as the process of memory. When that fades away, there is legend and then nothing They fall between my fingers and time slips away; occasionally a word, a......Read More