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Philistines on a Friday

in the corner in the leather chair a glass of water on a table round and marbled I hide from prying eyes from dubious tongues words and gossip alas, lunch is over well, almost over though a glass of red … Continue reading

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I Knew His Older Brother

one monday morning travelling by train reading Robert Bolano’s The Romantic Dogs i thought of Him “Terry” it was the summer of ’75 or ’76 after 37 years a year makes little difference i knew his older brother “Alan i … Continue reading

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