September 2006

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(damaged boys) 22

There were five of them in the row of townhouses, and underneath the sheen of public normalcy and personal success lived the gaping damage within.

the degrees of separation

They were scattered about the country as if God had thrown them like dice. And, it seemed, for awhile, as if none of them would ever find home again.

a few degrees of Marcus...

Connecticut Avenue sprawled out for blocks in front of him, as it did every night on his walk home from work. He’d take the metro to the Dupont Circle stop, and he’d walk the rest of the way. Tonight, the stars were sprinkled across the winter sky, brilliant and winking. He’d thought it strange to see the stars so well in the city. He couldn’t ever remember seeing them here. But, there were many things he hadn’t noticed in the months since he’d moved there, in the months his brother had been found dead in Los Angeles, a victim of depression, asphyxiated.

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(damaged boys) 21

There were five of them in the row of townhouses, and underneath the sheen of public normalcy and personal success lived the gaping damage within.

a lake in the woods

He didn’t know why it hit him just then, but Ben remembered it like he was back there, back in high school and pining. His stomach felt like it did then, knotty and tight, like he would vomit his affection for the entire world to see; and he could think of nothing more horrifying.

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(damaged boys) 20

There were five of them in the row of townhouses, and underneath the sheen of public normalcy and personal success lived the gaping damage within.

pas de deux

Corey was looking backwards, maybe for the first time in his life; he was considering the choices he’d made, wondering if it made any difference at all. He often thought not. But today, sitting in a holding cell in the county court house, there was nothing to do but consider. He’d been sitting in the little mint green room for six hours, since he’d been processed and booked. There was little left to do but make the telephone call to his friend David, and to wait to make his appearance in court.

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