Bill Holmes

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Reuben stared up at the posters. “That’s a strawberry popsicle, right? And what’s that your friend’s got there?” The children silently smiled down. “ … a Nutty Buddy? OK, then, that’ll be 95 cents.” “Out of a dollar … there you are, five cents change. ...

There, that is where she resides She floats there amid a sea of shit and refuse, coursing subcutaneous in the veins of the city. On her back perhaps, arms outstretched in mockery of our familiar savior, her cool nails dredging slicks she weaves her garland crown. Glowing ...