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I
feel like a soldier, shell-shocked. The
sky is blue, the buildings old and long in their suffocating beauty, the cute
shingled caps on sixth..
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Paranoid Wasp picks at the scab of race construction in America. Written by a solitary inmate suffering from paranoia, the novel asks Who is Afraid? a..
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When Suzie-Q woke up, she wondered why she was sleeping on the floor. Suzie-Q wondered if she had fallen off her bed. Then she remembered. She felt..
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Suzie-Q was bored. Alice was chewing on her hair. Suzie-Q thought Alice was ugly and naïve. Alice believed in stupid things like dispensationa..
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On Mondays, Suzie-Q took piano lessons. Alice’s Mom drove Suzie-Q, in return for Suzie-Q’s Dad driving Alice to her youth group during Mr..
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In the morning Ruth
told Suzie-Q to just keep babysitting her kids like she had been.
They’d talk about it more in the evening...
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The door once shut,
a suburban night reigned invisible. Nothing moved.
Her breath tufted fast in respiratory shorts as she heard h..
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Saturday, September 12,
1987.
I am sitting in a concrete jail
cell. I finally got paper.
Pen to the paper, hard truth to the
eye..
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Suzie-Q went in her bedroom and shut the door.
Suzie-Q stood looking at the door. Suzie-Q breathed out
steel. He’s never gon..
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Dear Ruth,
I'm sorry you had to see me that way. This last lapse was too much for
me. I think I've paid enough for other people's s..
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