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Roger W. Hecht

By Then

By Then

Where did you go? my father asked from the bed I sat beside when I told him I was back. I told him I went home to fetch the family.
Summer, 2016

Summer, 2016

Parkinson’s a bitch, my father said, shaking off the awkwardness of having his son hold him in bed to hold off the shaking.
Portrait

Portrait

The beast bent on my destruction grows hairs from its pores, shaggy, malkempt. Sharp blades cut them but they cut back.

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