Paul Aaron Domenick
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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 Photographer's Code
We are one with our subjects, and they are one with us. Three exemplars: Subject One: The Portrait You decide to visit your local park. You have become a close confidant to the homeless people who gather there most days. While talking to Cleo and Reed, you notice a new face in the crowd. It belongs to a stick-thin, middle-aged woman. She has her hand on her forehead as if taking her temperature.
By Paul Aaron Domenicka day ago in Humans
The Portrait of Matteo. Top Story - April 2026.
Seventeen-year-old Manny got off a public bus at a busy intersection in downtown Philadelphia. When the bus released its brakes and passed his narrow view, he checked whether the art museum across the street was still there. He had been visiting it every day that week but wondered for a second the veracity of its presence. Now, the spring sun betrayed its gray highlights, giving it a warm glow.
By Paul Aaron Domenick3 days ago in Fiction
Dear Tom Sawyer,
Dear Tom, How come you ain't found me yet? You know darn well I'm somewhere nobody ought to look. Or are you still recoverin from that gunshot? I reckon you think that makes us even but it don't. I still ain't forgived you for that fool rescue of yours on account of I got nothin out of it but trouble and aggravation. Least you could do is come find me seein as you owe me considerable.
By Paul Aaron Domenick7 days ago in Fiction
