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The First Time
I remember that late afternoon wrapping itself around me, orange like tigers and warm without the lockjaw violence of the morning.
Aug 26, 2025 • Barry Nishizawa
The Magician
Flipping through that old book of bullshit he felt ready.
Aug 18, 2025 • Barry Nishizawa
Fragmented Promise
I am chaos.
Jul 28, 2023 • Barry Nishizawa
Soulmates
He had looked for the Lord in between bouts of vomiting in overflowing ash trays and ejaculating into empty milk cartons, but he remained lost in the…
Jul 17, 2023 • Barry Nishizawa
Two Percent Milk
They’d nailed his hands to the table.
Dec 26, 2022 • Barry Nishizawa
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A place for lost souls

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