Tag Archives: Jon Ritter

The Painter & The Veteran

He wanted to pull out the pain with a syringe, as if it were black jelly that had accumulated underneath his skin. This was how morning welcomed him. *** On Saturday nights, he was the kind of man who went … Continue reading

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Nudism

I was one of those deaf-mutes, a shy flame, a candle left on a park bench lit and melting drops of wax between the wooden seams. White water from a stone fountain slides past shooting-star coins leaving little bubbles in … Continue reading

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