Paul Rogalus

Giant RatThere was a giant rat that lived in our basement floor apartment in Boston that year. I lived with two guys that I didn’t know very well—and we were all very different personality types. One guy, Tom, worshipped David Bowie. He was a skinny, angular blond guy—with David Bowie hair and clothes. He called…

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Excerpt from Lily’s Odyssey, a novel, published with permission by All Things That Matter Press; its first chapter a Short List Finalist for the Eric Hoffer Award for Best New Writing At the next session Dirk said, “To end your sense of abandonment you should find companionship. You have one foot in the traditional role for…

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You Told Him

You gaze at the clothes flipping in the washer, because you don’t know what else to do. They’re not even yours.You told Brad you needed something more, something he couldn’t offer, something you couldn’t explain. You rubbed your damp palms over the lime green material of your dress and told him you wouldn’t forget. You…

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She Does Laundry

She scrapes the charred crumbs from her morning toast, then she does laundry.She does ironing, then she strums a chord on her guitar, commiserating with herself, as the taut metal strings slice pain into her tender fingertips.She does more laundry, then she spatter-paints with Pollockesque abandon.Which inevitably generates more dirty clothes.She has a shower, luxuriating…

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The Cat, On Snow

Have you ever tried to listen to the footsteps of a cat walking through snow?  He takes gentle steps, as usual, but the top layer of snow – like the crust of crème brulee – betrays him.  I watched the cat walk across the yard this morning, after five inches fell last night.  The yard…

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The Jobs I Want Are Never Out Of Your Average Jobs Section

Strolling down Bridge Street my eyes wandered to a sign in a window reading, in big bright yellow letters, BOOKS WANTED. I walked in, greeted the man behind the counter with the highest grade of courtesy I could muster, and handed my CV to him with a casual assurance born of weeks of beating the…

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