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Embryos, TeePees & Arcueil

My daughter was one of them. When she took root inside me, she wasn’t alone. Another one dug in too. They were my blastocysts, beautiful, multi-cellular, and cultivated by the … Continue reading

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Bees, Terrorists and Ballet

After work I detoured to a hardware store and bought the type of spray they never sell at health food stores. Two cans, tall, and heavy, like restaurant pepper mills. … Continue reading

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Portraitist, Positivity, Pince Nez & Spies

I read the name, Leee Black Childers, and looked at the picture of an old man, blurred and fleshy with heavily tattooed crossed arms sticking out of a simple cotton … Continue reading

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Wires, Love, Helen & Mouths

There was a time, before Lawrence was born, before the company and its car, when Anthony sat up front and I had the whole back seat to myself. Back then … Continue reading

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High-Fives, One-Night Stands & L’eggs Panty Hose

~Excerpt from The Level and The Square, a novel-in-progress by Ruth Roberts: She looked for his large ‘fro, like a dark thundercloud over his head, taller by half a foot … Continue reading

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Falling From Grace, Ice House, & Inner Voice

Later that day Erik moved his belongings downstairs into Le Placard with the help of two new acquaintances, Augustin and Henry. His cot fit well enough, and his steamer trunk. … Continue reading

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What’s Not Fun?

She sat in her slip and curlers on a low cushioned seat and three repeated versions of her leaned into the three -way mirror of her vanity. Guided by an … Continue reading

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Aliens, Love & Fire

  I dump some charcoal into the belly of the Weber grill and ignore the briquettes tumbling onto the grass. I douse the pile with lighter fluid and for a moment … Continue reading

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Dragonflies, Dead Pawn, Ovum & Mayhem

A solo flute began a delicate and languid theme, floating like the warmed scent of rose and carnation on the summer air beneath a cerulean cloudless sky. Up and down … Continue reading

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Mumps, Challah, Slavery & Modesty Skirts

            My brother and I were dressed up as cowboys, as in the song The Streets of Laredo. We had matching red bandanas that covered our … Continue reading

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