Tag Archives: Roy White

Well, I Never

They came to tear up his last garden. The sewage men from the County were not happy to find their excavations watched by the old man in bib overalls. I, who was five years old, his namesake and his roommate, … Continue reading

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They’re Coming for You, Barbara

            TV Reporter: Are they…slow?             Sheriff: Yeah, they’re dead. They’re all messed up.                         (Night of the Living Dead, 1968) Your asshole brother was right all along. When little Johnny taunted little you over your father’s fresh grave, you knew already they … Continue reading

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Party Favor

When you see the overturned trailer on the beach, you know the Party knows it’s your birthday. It must be a gift: there’s a TV inside that in time you’ll learn to watch sideways, and a carton of Lucky Squids. … Continue reading

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Entangled

Spooky action at a distance – Albert Einstein Born in the lab, we left             shooting the curl                         of probability, spinning             in every direction at once. Or so they say. I’ve always been left-handed—             that’s how it feels, but maybe                         my … Continue reading

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Post-War

The “Vietnam Vet” on Jerry’s cap reminds you that here, among the giant kin of your giant American boyfriend, your home is just the name of a war. Too young to remember Jerry’s war, you grew up reading its handwriting, … Continue reading

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