Radiant Ginger

I write therefore I'm broke.

Nightly Walk

Right now I’m not dreaming. Exhaust fumes mixed with sea air soak me in sand and dirt.  I’m walking a cracked concrete bridge that runs over two dim stretches of highway. I walk this bridge every day. It’s my favorite way home. The most quiet and not so many eyes.

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Review: Under The Skin

The lights dim, silence floods the room, as my girlfriend leans over the armrest and whispers, “I heard Scarlett Johansson is naked, like, the entire time.” This did not upset me and neither did the next 108 minutes.

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I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so proud of you.

I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so proud of you.

The Brooding Pangolin

The Pangolin’s layered scales move like synchronized swimmers, protecting his feelings and sensitive stomach. His mind is filled with regrets from missed opportunities during a recent discourse between himself and a certain long-beaked superior that shall remain nameless. The issues surrounding Sand Dune 6C are nothing new and not to be mentioned - even the notoriously low-level Pronghorns know that.

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Three Balaclavas

Three balaclavas are knocking on one hideously stained glass door. On the other side, a heavy set, young man with hairy arms is waiting on another client, a pizza delivery, or both. 

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Stupid Ted

Ted is convinced this is the first time he’s died, but that isn’t true.

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Adam VS Jerry

A see-through, hundred legged bug is sitting on my toothbrush, taking a shit, as I lie in bed. It’s 3AM and I’m absolutely sure of it. And it isn’t so much the defecating that’s got me worked up.

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Literary Startup Submission

My boot’s government issue sole snags a gap where more sidewalk should be. A lifetime of northeast winters has left this particular strip rigid and chapped. My right foot shoots out in front to compensate, jolting me back to the present, out of my fog. An early morning grey creeps over warehouse rooftops, while a grime-drenched gypsy cab limps past me. The tires don’t move, the car simply slides by shadows of buildings, while dim streetlights guide its path.

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