Mike Jacobsen

FICTION: Opening the Dam

“I remember oranges in the fruit basket and she remembers a wet washcloth draped over the faucet. We couldn’t tell you about the words”

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Thu. Jul. 1st, 2010

"All I ever wanted was an African safari, a handful of red tulips on my birthday and an apartment floor that mopped itself."

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Thu. Jul. 9th, 2009

In the quivering candlelight Malcolm looked across the table at Ana, whose black curls were piled in a mass on top of her head.

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Thu. Jul. 9th, 2009

When the transvestite reached the building, she-he leapt ballerina-like to a pipe on the wall.

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Thu. Jul. 17th, 2008