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from Wonder Wheel (a novel in progress)

ldquo;This is Constable Tyler at the Callander police station. I’m calling about your mother.” “She tried to kill herself again?”


I don’t know how people in charge keep their faces forward, or the ones with guns in their hands, how they keep them up. They must never get a long enough break to think; or even get to dream.

F Train

Aboard the F Train—the inefficient, underfinanced F train—in the late afternoon, the rush hour just beginning its bell curve ascent, the train ululating through black tunnels of disease


The Brooklyn Rail

NOV 2004

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