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ducking the duck

i pitied the ducks their fate, forced to bear with sweat and grime and sub-standard game, a wash only in ages except noisome splashes in chlorined pool-water, cringing with me as chortles distorted their bodies into strained seams- poor spineless toys: it … Continue reading

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Violent Morning

There! He slapped another bucketful of water on me. It was eight in the morning and the street had come alive, abuzz. Had he no sense of propriety, making a dripping wet spectacle of me, on a public road? Yellow cabs … Continue reading

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