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Robert

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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: Homerotic Joycespearean Sonnet 144

  • Writer: Robert Roman
    Robert Roman
  • 11 minutes ago
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Homerotic Joycespearean Sonnet 144


I love them, Circe and Calypso both.

Unlike those myths these women live for real,

With Molly I sleep soundly, bound by oath,

While Bella’s scary-go-round makes me squeal.

My wife’s a bird who lullabies all day,

And introverts my life within her cage,

While Circe casts me in perverted play,

And keeps me up all night on circus stage.

What’s worse, all this has me beyond confused,

I can’t tell life from myth or wife from witch,

Their bondage and my freedom lie infused.

These words be true, love is life’s greatest glitch.

And when I say greatest, I mean the worst.

See, even words and meanings lie reversed.



 
 
 

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