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January 30, 2013 by
Osori
it was the son’s idea a verse from Hughes his own thoughts, more eloquently expressed a piece of himself left on a kitchen table for you, mom words of adoration she stores in a drawer at first a keepsake, then a remembrance held to her face and cherished read with reverence, again and again …
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Posted on
January 2, 2013 by
Osori
A cop shouts at him to drop the knife. What knife, he thinks, rising to exit the pickup truck. Pushing the passenger seat forward, his foot becomes entangled in the seat belt retractor. Setting his hands on the roof and the passenger door, hearing the officer threaten to shoot, he struggles to pull his foot…
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