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HAY I'm 21 today! Happy birthday to myself! Awesome. I came home from the Seder and hung out with my roommate until she went to sleep. Realizing I've been 21 for ten minutes already, I decided it was time to see what I've been missing all these years. I got in the car and went to the bar down the street from my place. I walk in and this huge bouncer guy asks me for ID. Now, I've alw ... Continue Reading

Posted: April 24th, 2005

This wasn’t the first time he had forgotten to shave before something important. He nervously handled the sandpaper of his chin and upper lip with one hand and threw his other in the air—an anxious ritual he had developed from city living and needing to take cabs everywhere. When the dented yellow box pulled up, he shifted forward to grab the door handle, and got in hastily. “50th and Beechnu ... Continue Reading

Posted: February 16th, 2005

I realize I am lying to her face. I know she is not buying it because her mouth is one long grim line with tiny crescent moons on each side, tiny but deep. I don’t know what I’m saying. I am talking so fast I can’t keep up with the words. Is it coherent, believable even? At the very least, I hope she is as confused as I am, too confused to seize upon any fallacy and prove the whole spiel to b ... Continue Reading

Posted: February 8th, 2005

I must stop reading Pessoa... Perhaps words contain less meaning, become too tired to hold hope for those who release them into the open sky, praying that when they hit ground, they'll make some sort of impact not different from destruction. Sometimes I feel myself growing more and more visual, and because of this, more and more abstract. Words are concrete, in the least, in their very na ... Continue Reading

Posted: December 31st, 2004

I am a lab rat squeaking at my own hallucination. I am seated at a restaurant and the man across the table has drawn the room's collective attention. His rant is directed at me but his animation has distracted others from their daily dining routine. Hey, look at us. I feel like I’m living in a fishbowl. I need to look away. I glance out the window. Outside. Outside things happen; people happ ... Continue Reading

Posted: December 21st, 2004

This is a one-act play I wrote with my brother about three years ago. I was 18 and he was 6. It's called "Death in March". He is responsible for most of the word choice. I guided the plot in order to teach him the important lesson that looks aren't everything. Recommended bedtime reading to your younger children. CHARACTERS Ugly guy - Daniel Pretty girl - Noam Bad Guy - Aba ... Continue Reading

Posted: December 21st, 2004

fugue- a musical work in which a theme is taken up successively and developed by the various parts in counter point. I wish I were colossal. A tremendous force that shatters street lamps and tangles hair. A sonic boom, goblets smashing, blood trickling from split ear drums, tender flesh. I wish I were crystal shards, a rattlesnake's hisss, a supernova, the scent of dank, fecund jungle earth. I ... Continue Reading

Posted: November 22nd, 2004

“What is your favorite fruit?” The boy smiled and leaned back in the chair. “Um...” He narrowed his eyes in thought. “Grapes, I guess.” The girl had been leaning on the table, staring at him with unsettling intensity. As he answered, she sagged and pursed her lips as if to say something. She looked down at the sticky table top, crowded with empty beer cans. Her eyelashes fluttered on h ... Continue Reading

Posted: November 22nd, 2004

I've some magic that will keep you warm at night. The beat of my burning angel wings send flames licking across your face, reducing your lashes to cinders as you shield your eyes from the pain. The sizzle stench of your bubbling flesh is the sweetest scent in all the heavens. I relish and inhale as I'm no fat-cheeked cherebuim but righteous fury, glinting eyes. The searing white heat of purificat ... Continue Reading

Posted: November 22nd, 2004

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