GOWANUS Winter 2000
An International Online Journal of Idea & Observation
It was not the face of the
beautiful girl he had left behind but a furry, shapeless monster. ‘O My
God’ he blurted, rushing out of the room in shocked pain.
By the time the bus come I was stiff, and when I try to get on I
to the ice on the pavement.
All the things that those little
scientists in their lab coats say about blind people, how their other senses
take up the slack, it was completely true, even for an amateur blind man
Life in Exile
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