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monday song #45: the 10 o’clock news

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charlotte woke up crying. her father sits at the end of the couch.
his voice is soft, his breath is sweet. the party is quieting down, but there are still adults talking downstairs.
charlotte is seven. she dreamt that the house was on fire.

monday song #44: in love

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across the street. the luchesi’s. they all have different first names. except for one of them.

monday song #42: punk

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james lives on fenton street down the block from the empty lot that once held the 7-11. a firehouse is going up slowly.
he’s a teenager, but you’d only know it from the library books in his backpack: salinger, the autobiography of malcolm x, arthur c clarke. his looks would [...]

monday song #41: gravity

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darkness attracts light.
the contrast can be thrilling.
but it’s always and forever darkness.
and over time, the light gets tired of doing all the work.

monday song #40: lost and found

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a couple sits on opposite sides of a dinner table, food mostly gone. muted explosions and a pumping sountrack come up through the floor. no one speaks.
they’ve been together for many years, each shaped by lifelong contact with the other, a complex jigsaw of additions and subtractions. there are crack in hidden places, [...]

monday song #39: the i inside the hurricane

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twilight, late summer.
an almost sixth grader living in a small house out past dearborn.
he’s put his fidgets to bed, now he opens his mind.

monday song #38: pr(ol)og(ue) in heaven

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a beginning.
the spark before the flame. the inhale before the exhale. a moment’s peace, balanced on the edge of the unknown, and then tumbling forward, falling, plummeting down, eyes tight closed but catching glimpses all the same, flashes of recognition, but they’re gone too fast, like a torch thrown [...]