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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...

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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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Robert Roman
17 hours ago

My Own Private Ulysses: The Third Man With Two Brains



The Third Man With Two Brains


My left-brain hates love, but loves triangles.

It sees one in lines by Shakespeare the Bard.

Will’s two loves, gal and pal, seize their angles

That will fuzz up his right mind. Math is hard.

James Joyce too, streams a wrong trilateral:

Plain old Bloom, obtuse Molly, a cute Stephen.

Left flawed, this threesome seems – collateral

Of life’s odds - planes and seamlines uneven.

Within all four lines of these three quatrains,

Wet with the hard sea of geometry,

I am left soft and unwhett. My right-brain's

Waves are numb to numbers; sums it won’t see.

So, add me to Will and Joyce for a new three,

So fuzzy math will stream exponentially.


 

Subscribe and stay tuned for more scalene sonnets.

Same trigonal time, same cranial channel. 

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