Architectural Design (sneak peek III)

On the way to the shop, the sexless child, like any sexless child, fell from the sky in the village of grandma and into the arms of an overweight priest who tried to drown the sexless child in abnormal water. On the way to the shop, the child fell on knees and elbows, breaking the skin. That’s when the child acquired a gender. The sexful child became he.

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Robb’s Last Tape (Take Thirteen)

A reading by the author: I used to play with dolls when I was little. And they were always somebody else’s dolls because boys should not play with dolls. When mother or grandmother caught me in the act playing with them I was told, in a half-scornful, half-playful tone that made me cringe with shame, […]

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Robb’s Last Tape (Take Twelve)

I am often visited by images of my grandmother crying. She is still alive, don’t get me wrong, yet for some strange reason my mental image of her is strewn with tears and constant sorrow. She cried bitter tears when we had to sell our cow to pay for my father’s debts. She cried when […]

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‘Tis the season

It’s always been the same. Christmas. It’s always been about the food and the awkward moments clustering around the notion of food: the family moments, the pictures, the Christmas tree (always missing something), the gifts, the excessive drinking and overeating, the idiotic jokes, and the sudden jolt of recognition that we all are mere shallow human […]

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39 and 49 other poems

So, for quite a while now, I’ve been working on this poetry booklet, which is available for download starting this very moment. It contains fifty relatively short poems written in odd situations that were not necessarily optimal for such writerly activities. Anyways, enjoy. I guess. Click on the link below to download PDF: 39-and-49-other-poems

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Robb’s Last Tape (Take Nine)

Reader, my life’s the beginning of that song you know you’re not going to like, or listen to again. There’s something wrong with the rhythm, the drums, the voice of the singer. For months, one of my neighbors has been painstakingly digging in his backyard. I watch him as he does that almost every day […]

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Robb’s Last Tape (Take Eight)

Whenever I talk to people about my family and particularly about the fact that I still haven’t told them about my homosexuality – there, I’ve said it – an awkward silence immediately follows, and their questioning faces take on a tinge of contemptuousness. Why would one keep this defining feature hidden from the people who […]

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