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Today I Killed A ManToday I killed a man.Today I Killed A Man
Jarred wiped his hands on his jeans and thrust me up from the sidewalk by my elbow. It was painful but effective. We stood next to each other, hip to hip, almost, Jarred being almost a foot taller than me, and we looked down to the ground, surveying what we had done. A homeless black man, dressed in green sweat pants, a black sweat shirt, a knit cap, multi-colored mittens, and mismatched sneakers, his body bloodied from head to toe, gashes in his neck and chest from two knives, mine and Jarred’s. His face was mutilated. Jarred slit his throat, but I had done most of the handiwork.
I had cut a
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Warm and WaitingThe ocean is warm and waiting, she said to us from behind the bedroom door. You rolled over in bed and smiled at me. We kicked those floral sheets off our knees with our feet. I grabbed onto the bedpost and pulled myself up. You laid there, tugging the sheets back over your head as I opened the chipped wooden blinds, to shield your eyes from the vicious sunlight.Warm and Waiting
We didn’t bother to bathe that morning because the ocean was warm and waiting for us, and we pulled on our sneakers.
In the water, looking up, the gulls cried for us. Swooping down as close to the water as they could without getting their feet we
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Azucar the CrabHundreds of raw, bloodied, and red crabs desperately struggling for that last sip of air before death. You have one tiny crab cupped in your hand, browned from the sun, and you chase me around in the grass, dried and yellow from the scorching heat.Azucar the Crab
Later you will devour those crawling crabs and I will sit and watch, tears behind my eyes.
We will climb short trees with green leaves, limb to limb, limb by limb. And when Marcos joins us, he will sing us songs with his broken guitar, brown and white, strings missing, his voice gone cracking and wailing. He’ll sit right above you in that thick scarred branch,
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August 4He swung the screen door open with his elbow, carrying a brown paper bag in between his teeth, one in the crook of his arm; he cradled those bags like they were babies. It’s slipping, I told him and he scowled at me, cheeks ruddy. He threw the bags down on the counter: white Formica. The kitchen floor he stood on was dirty, stained with the mud that we brought in with our own bare feet when it was too hot. Walking into the living room, blue plush underneath my feet, I could see lights through the blinds. You gotta get outta here, I said and he looked wet from where I stood; he must have been sweAugust 4
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- Current Residence: Dirty Jerz.
- Interests: making music, holidays, bright lights, ghostly encounters, drugs, sex, wildwood.
- Favourite movie: harold & maude, rushmore, the graduate.
- Favourite band or musician: beatles, rolling stones, david bowie, seu jorge.
- Favourite genre of music: indie, noise, experimental, sixties pop.
- Favourite artist: jim dine.
- Favourite poet or writer: jim carroll, frank o'hara.
- Favourite photographer: evan trusewicz.
- MP3 player of choice: my shitty little ipod.
- Personal Quote: life goes on long after the thrill of living is gone.
- Tools of the Trade: hands, brain.
- Email: allensorgan@gmail.com
- AIM: aiienorgan
- Yahoo: thesaltysea
- Skype: applexbean
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