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***BIO*** I have been working on the streets of Detroit for two decades now. I am a psychologist working with people who are homeless, addicted, and mentally ill. The hours that I spend writing each day come from the same source as my other vocation: there is stark beauty in the moment-to-moment struggle that seems to threaten to crack the air open wide. I want to be a witness to it when it happens.
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The Dark Blue A of Hate
by Christopher Parks
Nashwan can make a chicken gyro fly. 
By the time it comes back to him it reeks
of old camaros.

Baha can teach cold bricks to raise a dysfunctional family. 
The children have mullets that wrap around their toes
whenever they dance.

At the age of fifty they will sit in the front room
of a double wide with confused looks
upon their faces. 

Sally, sweet little Sally can make used tampons
sing the hallelujah chorus by manipulating them
with a slight little twist.

On Friday nights, she lets Johnny Macklewell lift up her bra
and pinch her bright pink nipples until she squeals. 
It seems to pass the time.

Vijay can make a bar of soap, along with other bars of soap,
when shoved tightly into the standard jailhouse pillow case,
slam down upon the head of newcomers.

When he is done he scratches the dark blue A of hate
tattooed to the knuckle of the middle finger
on his right hand
Dec. 2005
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