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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...

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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: Sandycove Sunrise Symbols and Shades

  • Writer: Robert Roman
    Robert Roman
  • May 24
  • 1 min read


The following sonnet is the result of poem enlargement procedure. See pre-plumped peewee here. This botch job raises the question: Is bigger better?



Sandycove Sunrise Symbols and Shades


What if the one about the lookingglass

Was only that and lacked its crooked crack?

Would Stephen’s symbol glow in Buck’s black mass?

Nope, that’s more whack than some Hollywood hack.

God’s green is great, but they would make it new.

And what in old sod should this color be?

From a borrowed noserag, Buck blew his new hue:

Snotgreen! Taste it. Could be worse. Could be pee.

About Buck’s razor, why so dull this blade?

No sneezy shade, no figuring fires?

Were all tropes and tints burned in their aubade?

Their cooking’s cold without modifiers.

Old recipes don’t yearn for additives,

Shades do, and new signs burn with adjectives.

 

 

Stay tuned for more modified sonnets.

Same symbolful time, same colorful channel.



 
 
 

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