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Excerpts from Screaming Freedom by Allen Michael Hines. Available from J.B. Solomon Editions at www.lulu.com/screamingfreedom. Raindrops slam the pavement of my patio like dimes falling from Sears Tower. I am made rich. I cannot speak now. I will have surgery tomorrow to ease a catheter up my spine. The catheter will ooze poison to relax my muscles. When I wake in post op, I will be richer, and I will speak. This storm is filling me. All I fear is drowning. Excerpts from Screaming Freedom by Allen Michael Hines. Available from J.B. Solomon Editions at www.lulu.com/screamingfreedom. The mark on your face looks like you snuggled closer on your mother’s lap and caught one of the peaks on her diamond ring. The wound fills but does not crest. I brush the cut with my thumb. I realize this is new, not a scar, and say, “I’m sorry.” Control your muscles, and you control your body. Control your feelings, and you control your self. In this moment I have lost all control. I’ve stunned you. The pain was slight but its meaning deeper. Excerpts from Screaming Freedom by Allen Michael Hines. Available from J.B. Solomon Editions at www.lulu.com/screamingfreedom. I do not know at what point I breathed after I was birthed, life cord wrapped tight twice round my neck, twenty two years ago tomorrow. When a chilled wind came to my lungs, I did not wail. I had to catch my breath unconsciously. Even when I knew nothing about poverty, race, sex, ability, I seized at the world, back arched in body shocked meditation. Excerpts from Screaming Freedom by Allen Michael Hines. Available from J.B. Solomon Editions at www.lulu.com/screamingfreedom. The muscle poison detox body sneezes are coming frequent and heavy. Curled toes press against the foot of the bed. Arms flail at the addiction enemy. The wave melts. Recovery is quick. Take another dose – Valium to fight the brain flu. Excerpts from Screaming Freedom by Allen Michael Hines. Available from J.B. Solomon Editions at www.lulu.com/screamingfreedom. Today, a (I think) black SUV driven by Melinda K. of Twinsburg struck me as I drove the sidewalk toward a tanning salon’s vehicle cutout. She hit me on the left side of my wheelchair. And she kept accelerating until my chair tipped. After I was back in the chair, she said that she thought the scraping noise was just the curb. She hadn’t seen me. Isn’t that the case? Where is this cloak I wear, and how do I shed it? I move in this squat tank, two hundred pounds glaring sun off leather and steel, and either it’s all others see, or it and the person it carries are not there at all. I will set fires around me. I will hang candles from trees. I will catch this cloak. It will burn.

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