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Cliff Burns's Writings

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Jan.24.2013
  It has something to do with the persistent damp. Seepage; the ground fluid, churning. Things constantly coming to the surface that are better left buried. In the spring, when the snows subside, dissolve away. Sometimes a careless farmer will plough up the wrong field. Or children will make a grisly discovery in the woods. We have been condemned,...
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Sep.06.2012
SEX & OTHER ACTS OF THE IMAGINATION (1990)
Man Disassembling He pushes through the door of his apartment, then shuts it against the world. Bypassing the kitchen, he goes into the living room where he lowers himself into a chair, sighing as he slips into its warm, pillowy embrace. Slowly, his sluggish movements betraying his exhaustion, he bends down, pops the snaps on his ankles and removes his aching...
Short Story
Oct.21.2011
  Eyes 
in
 the
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Cliff
 Burns
 The guard's name was Chorney.  It was printed on a triangular badge pinned to the tunic of his spotless, meticulously pressed uniform:  A. Chorney.   A for Al or Anthony or Andrew.   A for pompous, over-efficient ass. "May I see your identification, sir?" Seething at the delay, Pete...
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Apr.18.2011
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Faggot            "Bagshaw," my father says suddenly.  He's been silent nearly an hour and his voice gives me a start.            "What was that, Dad?"             "Who I was talking about."  Shooting me a stern look.  "The little queer."  I don't remember any reference to Bagshaw but, never mind; clearly he's been off on...
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Oct.22.2009
August, 2009
The Future And then it was Sunday, almost nine p.m.  No putting it off any longer.  Conrad marked his place near the end of The Golden Apples of the Sun, sat up and swung his legs onto the floor.  Time to focus on the task at hand.  First, get his sad sack ass out of bed and find his school binder in that two-foot pile of clothes and miscellaneous debris over...
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Apr.15.2009
From my upcoming short story collection "EXCEPTIONS & DECEPTIONS"
Among the Invisibles From his favorite hideaway, five storeys above the ground, Little Po is an inconspicuous witness to the chaos below. There has been talk of trouble for weeks, soldiers and police regularly taking up stations on street corners, stopping and harassing people, making a nuisance of themselves.  Intimidation is the norm with the ruling junta but...