Tag Archives: Rich Boucher

Right Under Our Noses

There is an alien living next door to my house. Through both his windows and curtains I see him, and even though he looks like a human sort of person with his actual hair and eyes, his skin and living … Continue reading

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Costco Bay Carriages Return

In the concrete of the Costco Bay parking lot, the shopping carriages appear in the morning, lumbering steel torso ghosts rolling on a paved sea as if they were never dragged around by strangers during the day and night before … Continue reading

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