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The Pool Game

Dusk has begun to fall. It has darkened the hue of the

Night Diving

Roddy got off the phone in the den and came to the kitchen

Blink

You'd understand if you could see her. Here, in the Saturday

Apoptosis

That summer, one bus stopped at the gas station, once a week.

Father Time

Early morning Christmas Day, asleep in slitted sunlight. Something

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