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A tight rope stretches across the living room, 15 inches above a tangled orange carpet that has always been there. Kenny hops up on the rope, practicing an art, gliding to the end in effortless sways of tension and release. The rope is not a rope but a wire. The wound steel, an inch in […]
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2006 FINALIST BUKOWSKI TAVERN SHORT STORY CONTEST (Story had to include words, Harpoon, Bukowski, Pint and Pen) It killed him about the same time Hank lost his head to that bear. “Nothing,” he used to say. Still, he walked around for years with that gash in his side, a small scar but deep. Hank was […]
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