ROBB TODD
Someone actually let me have a book. My first collection of fiction is on sale. You can even enjoy a Kindle edition.
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“No one is ever really alone. You are part of everything alive.”— William S. Burroughs, Queer
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“Malia and Sasha and a bunch of my friends and Michelle had sort of like a roast, a little private roast, each one of them read something and Malia...”
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“I’ve no light in me
but that I reflect of you.
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REVERBERATE INTO NEW PRESSURE
An old man acclaimed as the world’s greatest living writer had a free reading and few people came. It was in a large room on the top floor of a fancy building at a private university. A wall of windows offered a perfect view of the glowing city skyline.
There were so many empty seats that the staff removed several rows of chairs from the back of the room and other chairs from around the sides to create a packed house where there was not one.
Another writer introduced the old man, his former professor, and told an anecdote about how the old man had almost expelled him. The old man came on stage and told an anecdote about a dead southern author who lied about why he used a cane and he explained that they really used a cane for the same reason - writing ruins backs the same way hard labor does.
The old writer’s voice sounded important. He said the story he was going to read had “mysteries hidden deep within it.” It was the title story from his new collection. It was good. A few people lined up for him to sign their books and everyone else walked to the elevator.
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Walking up 1st Avenue from 9th Street to the L train at 14th Street on Sunday afternoon.
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A WALK THROUGH WASHINGTON SQUARE PARK
A man fed pigeons. One stood on his head, others on his shoulders and lap. They pecked in his hair and ears. The man moved slowly. The fountain made a rainbow and a breeze sprayed people with mist. A band played. People said nice things to each other.
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LEATHER AND SHOELACE
An old woman and a pregnant woman stood in front of me and I offered the pregnant woman my seat and she said no thanks so I kept sitting.
At the next stop a guy got on and stared at me like, “Why aren’t you giving that pregnant lady your seat?” I got off at the next stop and so did the pregnant lady and the guy nudged the old woman out of the way to grab my place.
The subway steps led to some famous courts and the games were fierce. Basketballs bounced and handballs popped. A man on the sidelines had a lot to say about the evolution of the shoelace.
Outside of a Belgian beer bar, a man with a tattered straw hat sat at a table with his legs crossed. He held a leash that was wrapped around the legs of his chair and he sipped a frothy beer from a tulip glass. He called his dog Robot. “Sit, Robot. Sit.”
Clouds blanketed the sky and cooled things off and everything turned blue.
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AND SO YOU’RE BACK FROM OUTER SPACE
It smelled like bacon on the subway platform, not like someone was eating it but like someone was cooking it — a lot of it. A woman sang and strummed her guitar, and a police officer sniffed the air. He reached behind his bulletproof vest and pulled out a cellphone, sent a text and stuffed it back behind his armor, near his heart.
A pigeon in the park strutted and puffed its shimmering neck, metallic purples and greens and blues, while a ladybird pretended she was not interested and walked away. He danced close behind her and she kept giving him her tail feathers, but if she really was not interested she could have left at any time. He kept dancing and she let him get closer and he jumped on her back, his feet between her wings. She sat and I guess they were about to do it but another pigeon charged them and flapped its wings and they all flew away.
A 14-year-old followed me on Twitter and asked me to follow her back. “I make an advice show called _____ on youtube so if you have any questions about relationships email me and I will answer thank u.”
I know a bartender who uses a brass-knuckle bottle opener. People listen to him. A toast: “Here’s to constantly proving yourself wrong.” Some advice: “Bro, she’s not the solution to your problems … she’s the source of them.”
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