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HE TRAINED THE ALTAR BOYS BY VINCENT BELL

My wife is scared to wake me in the morning. Every night for decades, I have had the same dream. So afraid of sleep that I numbed myself with whatever was around. There is a man lying on top of me always in darkness, never...

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FOOL’S GOLD BY VINCENT BELL

In my bedroom, the closet door had a mirror, its edges encrusted with blue lead paint. I stood there seeing myself as various people. Sometimes naked, more often dressed in clothes showing who I might be. I was safe and alone in...

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ASSISTED LIVING BY JONATHAN BRACKER

Is also called “board and care” and Mike likes being there, He phones his friend to say. Reports “The people here Are friendly.” Twelve in twelve rooms and staff of three on hand. Within a block of a Catholic church, too, Mike...

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OCD BY DAVID PUNTER

I cannot place one foot before the other without counting the intricate pattern of rhythm beaten out on the pavement. I cannot hear words spoken without syllabic accuracy. Is this the birth of language or the death of desire as...

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A QUIET LIFE BY DAVID PUNTER

It was when, in the brightening mornings, awake as a sentinel, he could hear no birdsong and when, in the narrowing evenings, newscasters’ voices rang across hollow distances. The audiologist was grave in pinstripes and goatee,...

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SHORELINE BY DAVID PUNTER

She was the tender and voiceless siren of this appalling navigator (Conrad, ‘Falk’) You could carve a poem from the images on any single page, like the sea slipping and sliding amid a myriad rocks on the shoreline where colours...

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TALK ABOUT THE WILD WEST BY JACK HARVEY

Talk about the wild west, talk about the plains, talk about the bygone Indian days; there never was a time we couldn’t see in our mind’s eye the tribes passing, rambling through that outstretched land, staying and...

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OF LOVE GROWING OLD BY JACK HARVEY

Dearly beloved faraway, faraway, gathered here, there and everywhere or at least somewhere in my heart those days of ours, those nights, rich with delight, promise of more to come. The weather here was fair yestreen, cold and...

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