Paul Aaron Domenick

Joined March 2026

28 stories

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“I am mine. Before I am ever anyone else’s.” --Nayyirah Waheed

“Publication is the auction of the mind of man.” --Emily Dickinson

“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.” --Franz Kafka

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The Object
Mary knew exactly where to find the bastard. She pulled up to the side of him in her red BMW and honked her horn. JJ jerked his head to the right. She grinned at him like a poker player, reaching for the money in the pot.
By Paul Aaron Domenick28 days ago in Fiction
The Easter Hat
“Is your mother going to come with your Easter hat?” his kindergarten teacher asked him, almost accusingly. Joshua shrugged his shoulders. He put his right forefinger up to his mouth and uttered a single cough. He scratched his head and slumped his shoulders, walking to a folding table with premade hats.
By Paul Aaron Domenick29 days ago in Fiction
Who Else is Like God, Miguel?
Oh, Miguel, with your cat-milk eyes. Tell me again how the road winds to your reserved place in heaven and how your abuela gave you a new name.
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout a month ago in Poets
Might You Hear?
The ear of the wheat Bristles in the cold wind And plays violin
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout a month ago in Poets