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Robert

Roman

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RED BRICK ALLEY STORIES

The Killards Are Coming

Every damn day in Religion Class, Sister Anna Banana yapped about the Soviets revving up to start a nuclear war with the new president, Ronald Reagan. She said after the cities burned to Holy Hell, there’d be something called “nuclear winter” that would kill all... 

Double-Strength Demon Dogs

Fantastic Freddie was the only altar boy from the Red Brick Alley. He was always consecrating Ritz Crackers and trying to make us eat them like communion wafers. He light-fingered incense from the sacristy, and he blessed water from Old Lady Tully’s spigot...

Laser Loop

I couldn’t see over the tall green school bus seat except when we hit a pothole and I bounced up in the air like a Pop-Tart jumping out of a toaster. Nobody at Saint Augie’s could believe I was allowed to go. My first school picnic ever. I was good from the day I handed in my pink...

The Boy Wonder

How the Hell did Jaggerbush get himself up there? He was clawing his way up into the open window above the Science class door like a real-life gargoyle. The blockhead of a wooden mallet stuck out of the back of his Toughskins where his butt crack was. He wore three...

About The Author

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Robert Roman grew up in Pittsburgh, PA, where he sold newspapers to cars from a concrete island. Read more→

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My Own Private Ulysses: Enigmas and Puzzles Solved Centuries Ahead of Schedule!

  • Writer: Robert Roman
    Robert Roman
  • 2 days ago
  • 1 min read

“I’ve put in so many enigmas and puzzles that it will keep the professors busy for centuries arguing over what I meant, and that’s the only way of insuring one’s immortality.” - James Joyce, allegedly  



Enigmas and Puzzles Solved Centuries Ahead of Schedule!

 

An excommunicated altar boy’s

Pittsburgh home lies under siege by James Joyce

“Fans” ransacking his comic books and toys.

One screamed, “He must free them! He has no choice!”

Witnesses claim the eleven-year-old

Stole the long-lost letters from a yard sale.

An unnamed professor said, “May sound bold,

But this dossier is the Holy Grail.”

A zine publisher and known misanthrope,

Who’s under investigation, again,

Produced Polaroids of said envelope.

The scrawl does seem to be in Joyce’s pen.

These words written to addressee John Quinn:

“Answers To All My Riddles Lie Within.”

 

 

Full Story currently being leaked to The Bloomsday Journal.

 

 
 
 
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