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Update for 05.13.08:
Male Model by Phil Doran
Set to Replay by Willie Smith
Backsliding by Cynthia Ruth Lewis
Tree by G. David Schwartz
05.05.08:
Disintegration by Don Hucks
Five Feet and Building by Joel Van Noord
Grocery Aisle by Richard Lighthouse
Cross the Road by Ashok Niyogi
04.29.08:
Lookalikes by Phil Doran
Dinner by Brandi Wells
The Modern Covenant by Daniel E. Wilcox
Death by Onions by Michael Frissore
04.21.08:
Future's Children by Kimberly Raiser
Identity Theft by George Anderson
The Datists by Adam Engel
A Great Deal of Money by Justin Hyde
04.14.08:
Mr. Papaya and Dale by Eric Suhem
California by Caroline Imreibe
Aftermath of Vehement Argument #1,068 by Cynthia Ruth Lewis
Trip-Hammer Vitality by Lisa Nickerson
04.07.08:
The Florence of Basel, or Why Readers of Nietzsche Need to Read Burckhardt by Jeff Crouch
Slideshow by Miles J. Bell
Friends of the Poet by Sean C. Bowen
Picture Perfect by Leah Baldwin
03.24.08:
The Streak by Jeremy Hendrix
Grab Your Butts by Emme Hor
Far Away by Ashok Niyogi
Staring Down a White-Tailed Doe by Aleathia Drehmer
03.17.08:
The Hairbrush by Vernard Kennedy
Dog Days of Winter by Niall Berkeley
Poem From My Grave by Michael Lee Johnson
Mashed Potatoes and Hamburgers by Matt Finney
03.10.08:
Hard Work by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal
Jetty Cake Pigs by J.D. Nelson
I'm Quiet in Bed by Moctezuma Johnson
Tequila Shakes by Richard Lighthouse |
Just the Hand Shake
by Leopold McGinnis
He didn't really need to touch them.
He didn't need to see the faces
of those carrying the guns
of those sucking in the bullet.
He just made a series of calls...
Connecting person A
to person B
from undisclosed location C.
He met politicians in fancy hotels
Bought a lunch here and there
Called partners friends when
they both knew they were just
...partners — not in crime, technically —
but... in shadows.
And he'd put his new friends
in contact with other friends
who were anything but
and together they'd swim through
loopholes
travelling in jeeps over
policy paper Möbius strips
He never saw the money.
Never signed the transaction.
His name would never be found...
He was a ghost
a warm wind blowing favourable conditions:
The politicians and manufacturers
in one direction
The buyers and mongers in another
...not to mention a few excess grains
into his bank account.
He was a salesman without a shop
A broker between people who shouldn't be talking
He used to be a doctor now...
he made a living
facilitating handshakes.
He didn't need to see the faces
of those carrying the guns
of those sucking in the bullet
He never touched the arms.
He focused only
on the handshake.
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Leopold McGinnis is the founding
editor of Red Fez
Publications, a founding member of The
Guild of Outsider Writers and the author of three independently
published novels: The Red Fez, Game Quest and Bad Attitude.
He's been published here and there, in print and online, which apparently
makes his artistic qualities credible. Currently, he lives in Canada with
about 30 million other people and his website, leopoldmcginnis.com.
posted 12.10.07.
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