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| ***BIO*** Brandon Brock: I live in Georgia with my wife and a lot of animals. My poetry and short stories have previously appeared in Trei Literary, The Battered Suitcase, and Oysters & Chocolate. I am also trying (rather unsuccessfully) to edit and publish my own literary journal called Flint River Fiction (www.myspace.com/flintriverfiction) |
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| Sidewalk Stagger (the dying man) |
| by Brandon Brock |
| Tired, unsure:
His skin loose and pale, eyes circled with bruised skin from age, not violence. He walks or staggers, no destination in mind. Is it for health? Is it for wealth? Maybe for the little lies he tells himself. He’s a rail, a stick; muscles atrophied. Once a cowboy, now a relic: Museum quality; statuesque. Wicked in its simplicity, the old man walks to meet Dr. Death wherever he looms. Darkness pours after the feeble afternoon. |
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| May 2009 |
| 117 |