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CHARACTERS MINERVA, friend of Cymba; her family owns horses CYMBA, friend of Minerva; he is from the city CINCINNATI, one of Minerva’s horses BLEU, another of Minerva’s horses SUN, the sun SCENE I [It is a humble horse farm behind a wooden fence along Joppa Road on the way to Perry Hall in Baltimore County. The enormous sun, arisen, perches at the height of the sky like a black, red, ... Continue Reading

Posted: August 12th, 2012

I When you spend as much time as Tyler Farqhar does in cancer hospital waiting rooms, you must develop strategies to pass the time. People-watching, a usual fallback, becomes a real minefield, and should be avoided. Outside of the occasional “Yeah, me, too” look, it is best to mind one’s business. Tyler Farqhar was a reader, and, as such, he was rarely without a book at this late stage ... Continue Reading

Posted: January 10th, 2011

Orange: You are too eager Cat Face: No I am fine I am fine things are fine Orange: You are very eager the girl will not want you Cat Face: Who cares I am not looking for a girl I have this idea about men and women I feel erotic Orange: See you are eager Cat Face: No this has been my whole life waiting I got waiting patiently down to a science Orange: Ha Cat Face: The science o ... Continue Reading

Posted: August 10th, 2010

I “WE R RILLY NT INTRSTED IN WHT NRMS THINK. I WAS UP THR ROFL IN MY MIND. TNSION = PAYNE. PAYNE= LYFE. LOL.” – WX YZ In retrospect, it seems obvious that the SiCore movement would have occurred, especially in the context of the various trends and concerns of the music underground of the first decade of the twenty-first century. Although it now seems obvious that someone could hijack a plan ... Continue Reading

Posted: January 24th, 2010

It took me a couple weeks to realize I am the last smoker in the world. I guess the first time I noticed was when I was walking to the library on that fateful day, May 7th. Not that I knew May 7th was fateful. I don't think I could have even told you that it was May 7th if you had stopped to ask me that day. I have a bad head for dates. Anyway, it was kind of a long walk to the library from th ... Continue Reading

Posted: January 13th, 2009

My connecting flight from Detroit to Pittsburgh was canceled and while I stood in line for hours to arrange a replacement flight, the day withdrew to the other side of the world. Without an alternative means of getting to my destination, I yielded to being stuck in the airport overnight. I had little appetite for solid food as late as it was, so I filled up on a few last-minute beers at an airpo ... Continue Reading

Posted: April 6th, 2008

On a summer afternoon I sat at my desk scanning job ads and wishing for rain. A bee flew through the unscreened bathroom window and buzzed past my head. He landed too near, so I rolled a magazine and poised to strike, but I couldn't do it. I traded the magazine for a plastic container with a lid. Afraid for both of us, I slammed the two pieces together, trying to capture him — to save him. ... Continue Reading

Posted: February 28th, 2008

Like many little boys, I wanted to grow up to be like my father. When I was old enough, I discovered that his name was not actually Dad, but Richard, and that my middle name was Richard as well. My Grandma Thompson even called me Little Rick, though I did not see the similarities that she saw. I was five years old at the time, and our family lived in Michigan where my father and I shared an ... Continue Reading

Posted: October 18th, 2007

Arthur was a handsome gray mouse, and stereotypically, lived in a hole in the wall of a suburban home. He foraged for food, and in the worst of times, had to escape the wrath of the family's cat. In his home were objects which to a person would seem random, but inside his mouse-brain, these things were furniture, keepsakes. Arthur usually was awake from early evening to early morning, and had pass ... Continue Reading

Posted: June 22nd, 2007

The first time I touched tongues with someone, I was standing by the chain link fence on the playground, after lunch. We were in second grade which meant that we could only play on the little slide, the monkey bars and the swing set because the fourth and fifth graders ruled the rest of the playground equipment, like the jungle gym and big slide. We were allowed to use the teeter-totters but the ... Continue Reading

Posted: June 19th, 2007

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