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by Brad Rose

As soon as I get out of these handcuffs, I’m going to figure out where one sentence ends and the next sentence begins. I was just diagramming my speech, but before I knew it, I forgot what I was about to say. People tell me I look a lot different than I sound, but to be honest, I’m a great liar. Isn’t this a marvelous piece of architecture? It just keeps on going and going, as if it was saving time and money. And those palm trees; they’re so well-behaved. There are so many seas, but only one ocean. Part lion, part human, the Sphinx likes to talk to itself, even if talking to itself is dangerous to others. And just take a look at that Mona Lisa smile. Well, it’s not a smile exactly, but that’s the beauty of wildlife. Do the animals know their human names? Let sleeping dogs lie.

About the Author

Brad Rose was born and raised in Los Angeles and lives in Boston. He is the author of a collection of poetry and flash fiction, Pink X-Ray (Big Table Publishing, 2015, and Brad has three forthcoming books of poems, Momentary Turbulence and WordinEdgeWise, from Cervena Barva Press, and de/tonations from Nixes Mate Press. He is also the author of five chapbooks of poetry and flash fiction. Five times nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and twice nominated for Best of the Net Anthology, his poetry and micro fiction have appeared in, The Los Angeles Times, Cultural Weekly, The American Journal of Poetry, Clockhouse, Hunger Mountain, Folio, decomP, Lunch Ticket, The Baltimore Review, and other publications. His story, “Desert Motel,” appears in the anthology Best Microfiction, 2019. Brad’s website is: Selected readings can be heard at A list of publications is available at:

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