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Tag Archives: father

Acromion

05/01/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

Most of the bones were still half-buried in the dirt. Stuck up perpendicular to the ground were finger bones and the spikes of the spine, a chipped acromion and a […]

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artifact, space

Acrocephaly

04/24/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

He was called the Egghead in the circus. My father took me to him holding my hand in the circus’s freakshow, knowing that if he did not hold on I […]

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fear, memory

Acock

03/20/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

The devil had come to Patrick twice on the Lord’s day. The third Sunday he arrived a little past noon in the farmyard, buckles on his shoes shining, white gold, […]

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animals, books, fear, gods, health

Aciform

03/04/2013by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

It was the early ’60s. 2162, as I recall. The Petersons had just purchased a sleek little number, a black aciform skyrocket, and Hernan Peterson parked it proudly on the […]

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artifact, memory

Accordion

12/10/2012by Pierce Nahigyan Leave a comment

With the candle low and the wick in the wax and the crumbs only left of the bread, with the cheese turning green and the carousers outside and sister in […]

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memory, space

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"All the while I have been forgetting the third of my reasons for remaining so faithful a citizen of the Federation, despite all the lascivious inducements from expatriates to follow them beyond the seas, and all the surly suggestions from patriots that I succumb. It is for the reason which grows out of my medieval but unashamed taste for the bizarre and indelicate, my congenital weakness for comedy of the grosser varieties. The United States, to my eye, is incomparably the greatest show on earth."

- H.L. Mencken, On Being an American, 1922

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