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Madagascar by James Cagney

aulapress — Wed, 31 May 2017 04:28:07 +0000

I never felt as lonely as the night I was standing in the Paramount lobby an hour before Morrissey. I wasn’t the only black person in the theater but I was certainly the only person to come alone. As even Morrissey himself later told us mid-set, “You came all this way, in the rain, just ... Read more

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Can I Keep You? by Melissa Grunow

aulapress — Wed, 31 May 2017 04:14:03 +0000

“If you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” ―Friedrich Nietzsche He had been speaking for ten minutes about a girl named Maureen, whom he also referred to as Mo, also referred to as “my girlfriend.” She was a residence life director in Indiana, he said, and he continued on ... Read more

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Ah-DAH! A Literary Education by J. A. Hijiya

aulapress — Wed, 31 May 2017 03:54:32 +0000

“Jeemy says, ‘Ah-DAH!’” This was the observation of my cousin Dave, six months older than I and infinitely more articulate. Either he was fast in learning to talk, or I was slow. He reported my utterance to my mother, brother, and sister, and they laughingly repeated it for years to come. My first recorded attempt ... Read more

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Bloody Mary by C. Cimmone

aulapress — Wed, 31 May 2017 03:37:02 +0000

I never played Bloody Mary in my mother’s bathroom mirror. It was thin and tall and displayed random black spots through its lens as clearly as it did my big, turned nose and fat gap between my front teeth. The mirror, bastard by nature, hung tightly to the back of the bathroom door and was ... Read more

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Board-Box by Andrea Lambert

aulapress — Wed, 07 Dec 2016 06:24:34 +0000

I’d left Nick once before. I remember when I left. 2006. The walls of the Echo Park squat where he was staying were pressboard. Black. Brown. Whorled with hibiscus. Soot. Pressed hard into the board-box as Nick liked to call it. The dim dawn hid through a crevasse in the wall. A pigeon lived in ... Read more

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