L.F. Graubard
@larrygraubard.bsky.social
L.F. Graubard | noir-jazz fiction | The Narco Farm | ghosts, hustlers and jazzmen chasing redemption. Purveyor of existential graffiti on the digital wall. Washington DC. #noir #jazz #literaryfiction
Pinned
Float Like Memory Sting Like Guilt
The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” — William Faulkner
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“Fifteen rounds. Fifteen years. The fight never ended—it just changed venues.”
“Fifteen rounds. Fifteen years. The fight never ended—it just changed venues.”
Reposted by L.F. Graubard
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard expatpress.com/the-mermaid-...
“Everything in America feels designed by termites—promising order, delivering collapse. I’m lost in a sea of suffering clowns wearing masks stitched from delusion. None of them see the joke. That’s the real tragedy.”
“Everything in America feels designed by termites—promising order, delivering collapse. I’m lost in a sea of suffering clowns wearing masks stitched from delusion. None of them see the joke. That’s the real tragedy.”
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard - ExPat Press
Morning hits like punishment detail. First thing’s the piss—slow, reluctant, a thin stream from a rusted pipe. Then coffee. Bitter, black, essential. The mirror doesn’t lie. Naked. Swollen. Sagging. O...
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November 19, 2025 at 6:37 AM
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard expatpress.com/the-mermaid-...
“Everything in America feels designed by termites—promising order, delivering collapse. I’m lost in a sea of suffering clowns wearing masks stitched from delusion. None of them see the joke. That’s the real tragedy.”
“Everything in America feels designed by termites—promising order, delivering collapse. I’m lost in a sea of suffering clowns wearing masks stitched from delusion. None of them see the joke. That’s the real tragedy.”
Reposted by L.F. Graubard
medium.com/@larrygrauba...
“Fifteen rounds. Fifteen years. The fight never ended—it just changed venues.”
“Fifteen rounds. Fifteen years. The fight never ended—it just changed venues.”
Float Like Memory Sting Like Guilt
The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” — William Faulkner
medium.com
November 19, 2025 at 6:42 AM
medium.com/@larrygrauba...
“Fifteen rounds. Fifteen years. The fight never ended—it just changed venues.”
“Fifteen rounds. Fifteen years. The fight never ended—it just changed venues.”
November 19, 2025 at 9:33 AM
medium.com/@larrygrauba...
“Fifteen rounds. Fifteen years. The fight never ended—it just changed venues.”
“Fifteen rounds. Fifteen years. The fight never ended—it just changed venues.”
Float Like Memory Sting Like Guilt
The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” — William Faulkner
medium.com
November 19, 2025 at 6:42 AM
medium.com/@larrygrauba...
“Fifteen rounds. Fifteen years. The fight never ended—it just changed venues.”
“Fifteen rounds. Fifteen years. The fight never ended—it just changed venues.”
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard expatpress.com/the-mermaid-...
“Everything in America feels designed by termites—promising order, delivering collapse. I’m lost in a sea of suffering clowns wearing masks stitched from delusion. None of them see the joke. That’s the real tragedy.”
“Everything in America feels designed by termites—promising order, delivering collapse. I’m lost in a sea of suffering clowns wearing masks stitched from delusion. None of them see the joke. That’s the real tragedy.”
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard - ExPat Press
Morning hits like punishment detail. First thing’s the piss—slow, reluctant, a thin stream from a rusted pipe. Then coffee. Bitter, black, essential. The mirror doesn’t lie. Naked. Swollen. Sagging. O...
expatpress.com
November 19, 2025 at 6:37 AM
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard expatpress.com/the-mermaid-...
“Everything in America feels designed by termites—promising order, delivering collapse. I’m lost in a sea of suffering clowns wearing masks stitched from delusion. None of them see the joke. That’s the real tragedy.”
“Everything in America feels designed by termites—promising order, delivering collapse. I’m lost in a sea of suffering clowns wearing masks stitched from delusion. None of them see the joke. That’s the real tragedy.”