I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.
-Kurt Vonnegut
SELECTED WORKS
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Sleepwalkers
Beneath them, the earth moved with a speed and determination that they could not keep up with. In bushes surrounding them, and sometimes in the trees, or around corners, a sort of vertigo lurked, chasing them quietly and attacking when they were most vulnerable. They were still only children, unaccustomed to the spinning and rotating
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Two for Joy
It was a beautiful spring night, cool and clear, when everything was stolen from Simon. Everything but his name. He wandered around the Pearl District alone, hands in his pockets, a black eye beginning to swell where he’d been hit during the robbery. Aimless. Not that he’d had an aim when he bought the ticket
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A Song to Pass the Time
I don’t know why I brought it to school in the first place, or, I mean, why I brought it with me anywhere at all. It’s an object reserved for children, for school teachers, for stenciling the outline of dead bodies. It’s in my pocket. The pocket of my jacket near my chest, near my
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The Memory has a Tropical Taste
The last time I saw my little sister was on a morning before school, shortly after I’d started the third grade. We were eating breakfast at the table in the dining room while our parents shouted at each other in the kitchen. They were taking turns slamming things to see who could make the loudest
j.k. armstrong 