Author: Marc D. Goldfinger
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One Morning At The Mall
The Chestnut Hill Mall was a comfortable temperature, I noted, as three women passed me, power-walking the length of the mall. They’d reach the end, turn about, and come back, over and over again. As I watched them I noticed a man carrying two battered plastic garbage bags enter the mall. His clothing was somewhat […]
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Letting In The New Year
It was 11 degrees on the outside thermometer this morning. It is two days after my 65th birthday, December 8th. If I had known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself. I’m actually not complaining. I’m really lucky to be here. It’s Grace, my friends, Grace. I […]
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For Jack Powers: This Should Have Been An Elegy
Go mad. Commit suicide. There will be nothing left. After you die or go mad. But the calmness of poetry. —from A Poem Without A Single Bird In It by Jack Spicer. My wife, Mary Esther, is a devout Catholic who goes to Mass regularly even though she hates the patriarchy of the church. When […]
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Geoffrey Neil, writer of Dire Means, which deals directly with homelessness, talks with Spare Change News
Goldfinger: I was homeless and upon reading the section of Dire Means where Mark Denny was being treated as if he was homeless, it really brought me back to how I felt in regards to the way people treated me. How were you able to do this so accurately? What experiences in your life helped […]
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"Dire Means" A Book Review by Marc Goldfinger
“We will never have peace in the world until men everywhere recognize that ends are not cut off from means, because the means represent the ideal in the making, and the end in process, and ultimately you can’t reach good ends through evil means, because the means represent the seed and the end represents the […]
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Tales of the Inner City: The Virus (Part 3)
Marc D. Goldfinger Spare Change News Taken from The Diaries of the Damned—written before the Tales of Communion——Insect-O-War. Finally it was time to leave the bar. As Dean and Peddlar hit the streets Sky continued to hypnotize his followers, slipping them the odd bag of dope or shot of Jack Daniels as they needed it. […]
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Tales of Inner City: The Virus (Part Two)
“Clog. You are going to clog your rig.” “Oh.” Dean pulled the needle out of his arm and pressed down on the bulb to spray the old blood into the sink. There was a brief hesitation and then the grimy porcelain sink was covered in red. He ran water through the point. He put the […]
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A Tale of Inner City: The Virus (Part One)
[Taken from the Diaries of the Damned—written before the Tales of Communion——Insect-O-War.] The day was grey on the interstate to Inner City and Dean sat in the passenger seat fitting a new collar onto the dropper. He stripped the edge of a dollar bill, ran the thin strip of paper through his mouth to wet […]
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The Aliens: Watching Black Poison Spread
We had to move our space ship to another part of what you call the Gulf of Mexico. It’s hard for us to believe that, for all the technology you have, you humans haven’t stopped the gusher of Black Death. Upon monitoring your television channels, we see very little about the major catastrophe that is […]