Night. He pushed the old car hard for the shipyards. Missed an onramp out of San Fernando, dropped onto the streets of Van Nuys. Rushed when he could down the carchoked boulevard. At stops his redlight brakefoot edgy, eager to free the engine from its idle.
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There he stood, Simon Favela outside in the rain, looking up to clouds with no expectation of bread. None at all. He had hunger but bread didn’t fall…
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Right there inside the hall of Senators full of meat and presented to the cameras that pick him up and shoot a verdict of his face out to the world sits…
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In the beginning, God erected the Earth and heavens. He blew comets from his nose, carved river beds with his knuckles, and filled the oceans with giant…
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Morning appointment, my punishment. I failed to obey some commandments, not quite theological, not exactly secular, let’s say somewhere between revenge…
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This new era makes me old, my brother Khalid says. I had a nimble sense of grace and now my chest feels boulder weight. It’s as if the world collapsed…
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A bell in the distance is always a bell and not yet a death knell as you grasp brambles and branches for a ration of natural guidance and consent to a…
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When we came back from overseas, changed in ways we didn’t yet know, and walked a real city again, Larry told me you need to get away from the actual…
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