fiction
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Fool
This is the gully where that beady-eyed, fluorescent-shirt-wearing cowboy murdered you, after promising that you’ll inherit his ranch if you helped him get investors for his Ponzi scheme. That guy, with his southern drawl and his dark brown boots, had this nefarious aspect to him you saw through, but still fell victim to — the… Continue reading
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A very Freudian poem
My old man’s castrating me today. I know it. I can feel it in my balls. The anxiety like unsettling waves of darkness making me cower and hide. Peekaboo, he says with a lopsided grin, and I want to tell him I don’t see mother that way, despite what the mad theorist says. There’s no… Continue reading
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Tradition
People are always talking about tradition, but they forget we have a tradition of a few hundred years of nonsense and stupidity, that there is a tradition of idiocy, incompetence and crudity. – Hugo Demartini Jimmy comes to my corrugated shack every weekend and shows me his poems, asking for constructive criticism. He treks five… Continue reading
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Closure
I met another version of him after three years: a different avatar. I wanted to meet him after reading one of his recently published poems. The tone of the piece showed a shift from his earlier work. His initial writing was effervescent, or like David’s psalms, began on a note of melancholia and then drifted… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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