Tag: New York City
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 6
The tremendous ball of gas in the sky felt great as it lightly toasted my face through my bedroom window. With my eyes shut I saw a fiery orange and melting black, a bubbling lava. Orange. Orange is a cognate. Schwartz. The comforting feel of the heat reminded me of incubators and day old burgers…
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Merch Table For A King
Life got a lot more interesting when shows became a regular occurrence. My fascination with music started early. Music added something else into my life to obsess over. I wanted to be able to play all those songs I loved on guitar. I wished I could sing. I wanted to be in a band. I…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 5
The next morning I was in a dead sleep oblivious and unaffected by all the atrocities of the world outside. I felt something slightly damp, and abrasive repeatedly brushing against my cheek. It was enough to stir me from some wonderfully needed slumber, a deep one where nothing and everything happened. This thing butted its…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 4
I said nothing. Not a single plea was uttered. She didn’t come back, at least not for a little while. I looked up at the night sky and squinted, through the apertures between the snowflakes into the blackest sky. The universe expanded as my eyes seemed to click into focus. I saw three distinct stars…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 3
The snow fell hard. It covered everything with it’s frosted beauty. Trepidation fell alongside it as I held Hattie’s hand on the short walk to the car. I thought about how snowflakes were alone and unique, like fingerprints, only these were rarer. Each snowflake was a minuscule hand sculpted seraph, antagonized and expelled from heaven.…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 2
My first name is undeniably German, while my last name was Irish, Flood, had probably been anglicized at some point in our tumultuous history. My father told me I was German. German and Irish but the scales tipped toward Deutsch. I idolized my Vater. That idolatry created a sense of pride about my heritage that…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 1
Wash away us all, take us with the floods. – Pantera For Frances Everyone was a liar. At least everyone I knew was. “I’m fine,” she said. “I promise. Mommy’s just a little tired. I’ve been run down lately, that’s all. Really. Trust me, I’m as sober as a judge.” That was my mother, typical…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 36
An unmarked police car parked in front of Mr. Craven’s pick up truck. The car rattled and hummed well after Detective Jacovino exited the car and walked up the front steps. Two bone dry bottles of Tullamore Dew laid next to the cooler and Cookie Hill’s dog bowl on the grass to the left of…
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Dart Etiquette – Ch. 35
I eagerly boarded my flight with heavy eyelids. In a few hours I’d be in Dublin, on Irish soil for the first time, then shortly after, an hour and fifteen minutes to be precise, I’d be in Thurles. The very place my ancestors started all of their bad habits. I was anxious, but then again…
SEAN GABLER 