Every night I wash all my dishes and all my clothes. Every last one of them. By hand, no less. So I know it’s done right. So I know they’re clean. How could I not? All I ever wanted was a normal life. Perhaps this is normal enough. Maybe there is no constantly comparing yourself with someone else. Maybe there is no normal – just what is. Maybe there are no truths anymore, no such things, old notions – lost and forgotten. Dusty. Horse-and-buggy thinking. Maybe there’s only opinions, perceptions, pretensions, and lies. Only artifice. I look at the couch, stained with our love. Is anything certain any longer? And in realizing this, I turn and heave a bar stool through the motel room’s sliding glass door and into the pool. Then I spin, point to Janet, and scream: “Crank the Thin Lizzy!!!”
Tony Rauch has four books of short stories published – “I’m right here” (spout press), “Laredo” (Eraserhead Press), “Eyeballs growing all over me . . . again” (Eraserhead Press), and “What if I got down on my knees?” (Whistling Shade Press).
He has been interviewed and/or reviewed by the Prague Post, the Oxford Univ student paper in England, Rain Taxi, the University of Cambridge paper, MIT paper, Georgetown University paper, the Savanna College of Art and Design paper, and the Adirondack Review, among other publications.
He is looking for a publisher for titles he has finished and ready to go.
Find him at: http://trauch.wordpress.com/
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