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Trump L'oeil
Trump L'oeil D. Faiello Cayuga CF Dreaming of the world beyond the concrete walls that encircle Attica, I often fantasized about once again being an American citizen: voting; enlisting support for social justice issues like...
White noise
Dean A. Faiello Attica CF White Noise I opened my dresser drawer and stared into a pile of socks. I was confused and afraid. My mother had told us to pack quick- ly. We were...
Metanoia
Dean A. Faiello Word Count: Approx. 3000 Attica CF Metanoia I watched Richard Robles, sitting just outside his cell, create a lush, stately oak tree using watercolors and a small, inexpensive brush. I could see...
The waiting room
The Waiting Room With the barrel of a drug rep's pen, I crushed hard rocks of cocaine in a mini--ziplock. My next patient, a laser face- lift, sat in the waiting room. I was tired....
I shout, ergo, I be
I Shout, Ergo, I Be Word count: 3000 D. Faiello Attica CF I Shout, Ergo, I Be August heat and hatred swirled around me. Men hollered between cells, filling the bricks and concrete of Attica...
Reparative therapy
Reparative Therapy D. Faiello Word Count: 4500 Attica CF‘ Reparative Therapy Everyone who loved me told me I needed to change, to give up what I was doing to myself. But I refused. Spoiled and...
Adivina
Dean A. Faiello Adivina Fed up with my wreck-strewn, chaotic life, ricocheting between New York City crises, I decided to liquidate my few urban assets and dee to a Central American rain forest. Rather than...
Memento
Memento The African sun, a shimmering orange disc, heated the Serengeti plain on the morning that Olivia's mother gave birth to a girl, Tamika. As the sun descended that night, providing relief from the sweltering...
Contrapasso
Do Faiello Word Count: 4850 Contrapasso In the middle of my life, at the age of forty-four, I found myself on a plane, sandwiched between two DoS* Marshals. I was being extradited from Costa Rica...
Impermanence
D. Faiello Attica CF Impermanence I sat in my cell, dressed, caffeinated and anxious, waiting for my cell gate to open. The squawk box instructed inmates with 9:00 am call-outs to proceed to the first...Loading...
