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(Read the previous chapters here.) They sat up under each other; chairs pushed together, elbows butting. Two conjoined Rhesus monkeys, one black, one white, their little faces scrunched together. When one

a long root protruding from the esophagus we must say something stand before tyrant crowds who shout for the apocalypse who jeer you down a forbidden stairwell full of obsolete doubt watch you tumble

The boy sat at the base of the south wall, his knees pulled up in front of him. He remained very still, a small figure in a sliver of

So much bitters and sugar Dissolved with the salt of the sea   Sticks, stones, names Pummeled   Baptism surely in the ways of the world   Oh, the risen tide of weeping ---------------- Feature photo: Buddhist shrine along Sri

from the vacant stillness of late august in maryland i’ve been long ago far away follied down a well after false premonitions of foggy discontent hollowed & beaten brown as mulch on

it's love not Hollywood the cordial intimate breakfast table conversation the peck on the cheek the quick hug (which sometimes occurs, sometimes doesn't).   love as we age turns from an entrepreneur state all buying, selling, new things to

J. David Bethel has been published in popular consumer magazines and in respected political journals. For a selection of his current e-publications please visit Evil Town,  which is available on Amazon Kindle or Barnes

(Read the previous chapters here.) Three weeks in and the girl had yet to eat anything I prepared, preferring instead big tubs of Corn Flakes covered in mounds of sugar and

 J. David Bethel has been published in popular consumer magazines and in respected political journals. For a selection of his current e-publications, please visit Evil Town,  which is available on Amazon Kindle or Barnes