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Robert Aquino Dollesin: Like Braveheart
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Sunday, June 20, 2010. Originally published in Tuesday Shorts. But then if I had on a yellow dress, it would lend truth to their insensitive taunts - wouldn't it? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sacramento, CA, United States. I was a kid when I left the Philippines. Now in Sacramento, I try and put aside a little time each day to jot something down. robertdollesin@comcast.net. View my complete profile. Sites I Like to Visit. Brian G. Ross. Get Special Discounts with Bluehost. RIP Don Van Vliet.
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Robert Aquino Dollesin: Balloon Swords
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010. Originally published in Mudluscious. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sacramento, CA, United States. I was a kid when I left the Philippines. Now in Sacramento, I try and put aside a little time each day to jot something down. robertdollesin@comcast.net. View my complete profile. Sites I Like to Visit. Gusta cate putin din preparatele din bucataria libaneza comandand mancare libaneza de la Mezze. Brian G. Ross. Get Special Discounts with Bluehost. RIP Don Van Vliet.
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Robert Aquino Dollesin: Nodder
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Monday, June 21, 2010. Originally published in Wigleaf. While browsing a souvenir shop in the airport terminal, the man who'd flown across an ocean encouraged his new bride, a woman he'd selected from a photograph in a catalog, to assist him in choosing a gift to bring home to his mother. Anyone paying attention to these newlyweds could see they were not yet in sync with one another, nor were they completely comfortable in each other's presence. Toward the rear of the shop the couple paused in front of a...
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Robert Aquino Dollesin: Dakota Street
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Monday, June 21, 2010. Originally published in Lit Up Magazine. She solicited him from an upstairs window. He mounted the weathered steps, and left his leather boots outside her front door. Indoors, he sat on the sofa with his hands folded in his lap and described his loneliness. She shook her head and raised a finger to his lips. His visits to the woman's tiny apartment grew frequent. Her modest dreams and simple desires enlightened him. She did not hesitate when he offered her his name. I was a kid whe...
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Robert Aquino Dollesin: Winter Pride
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Sunday, June 27, 2010. Originally published in Storyglossia. Tanya Berdoff is trudging back and forth through the snow in front of my house. A straw hat shields her face, and Christmas lights flicker all over her body. Other than that she isn't wearing a thing. I let the curtain fall and turn away from the window. My wife, Myra, who'd been reading in bed, sets her magazine in her lap and looks my way. "What's going on out there, Roy? The Berdoffs' are pissed," I reply. Myra says, "I can't believe that cr...
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Robert Aquino Dollesin: Entanglements
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010. Originally published in Underground Voices. The rain battered the ground and the passing cars hurled spray from the pavement onto my jeans. A dark, low-to-the-ground sportscar sped past, then slowed suddenly before veering to a stop on the shoulder. Its trouble lights started to flash. I looped the straps of my backpack through my arms and shrugged it into place. Trotting across the gravel to where the car waited, I felt relieved that someone had finally stopped. I startled when...
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Robert Aquino Dollesin: Fried Plantain
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Monday, June 21, 2010. Originally Published in elimae. Still humming, my father slices the plantains. He drops the slices into a hot skillet. I won't forgive her," I say. My father says nothing. He tongs the browned slices out of the sizzling oil and transfers them onto a plate. He asks me to flatten them. After coating all of the slices with wax paper, I slide the first one under a drinking glass. I lean hard against the glass's rim, squashing the fruit flat, squeezing the oil out. Sites I Like to Visit.
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Robert Aquino Dollesin: Texas Chili
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Sunday, June 20, 2010. Originally published in Boston Literary Magazine. This morning my wife got word her first husband died. She celebrated by whipping up a serious batch of Texas chili. Real sirloin and no red beans. Fantastic. But while cooking she must have sprinkled too much onion and chili powder and cayenne pepper into her creation, because she couldn't quit digging into that box of tissues on the kitchen counter beside her. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sacramento, CA, United States.
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Robert Aquino Dollesin: Finding Freddy
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Monday, June 21, 2010. Originally published in Dogzplot. Freddy lived next door. He had club hands. His thumbs and fingers were folded inward against his palms, resulting in two permanent fists. This afternoon on Freddy's front porch we played 'Rock-Paper-Scissors.' Of course, none of us ever brought our hands up to reveal anything but scissors, which Freddy's permanent rock repeatedly crushed. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sacramento, CA, United States. I was a kid when I left the Philippines....
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Robert Aquino Dollesin: The Temporary Now
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Sunday, June 20, 2010. Originally published in The Battered Suitcase. Spinning circles, Faith and I. Couple of nobodies whirling round, headed nowhere quick. Who knows how we've managed to make do these past few months. Today feels no different. Standing in the cold and the wet, future don't look too bright. I know I'm not supposed to dwell on the future. Supposed to put my worry on getting through today. The now. Besides, she went on, it's all temporary, anyway. All this shit's temporary. That night in ...
