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She's a fever dream, jay walking her way into your heart, to burn your house right down. ____________________________________________________________ Art: Justin Weingartner Words: Peter Hammarberg ©2021
It started with the occasional busker. Upturned fedoras with a few coins shining against the velvety lining. No great movement at first. It was pleasant to hear Bach floating through the thoroughfares while folks ran errands. A little Vivaldi ear candy here and there. Splendid overtures of audible opulence. But soon, territories were claimed, and … Continue reading Random Acts of Violins__Itty Bitty Bastards № 3
An old man sat on a park bench, smiling. “How doodeedoo!” he cackled as I approached. “What’s got you so happy, old man?” I asked. “I’m dyin’ boy. Gotta get it out of my system,” he sighed, then forced a throaty hoot. “Why’s that?” "Cuz I have a notion they frown upon happiness where I'm … Continue reading Last Laugh__Itty Bitty Bastards № 2
There’s a door at the end of the hall marked with an eight. Sofia doesn’t like to look at it, or think about it, or tell anyone that the number reminds her of the eyes of the swaying man...