Tag Archives: Jay Sizemore

An Ode to Home

A man driving a white jeep asked me for my mental road map. His frustration poured out the hole of his mouth like invisible molasses. Are you from around here? Are you from around here? I’m not. But, yes. My … Continue reading

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Eleanor Rigby shows up to the party

and the lonely people shout, “where is her face, the one we love, that she kept in the jar by the door?” The cellos start playing discordant notes. The singers stop singing their songs. The erections fall flaccid and begin … Continue reading

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