L.F. Graubard
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L.F. Graubard | noir-jazz fiction | The Narco Farm | hustlers and jazzmen chasing redemption. Purveyor of existential graffiti on the digital wall. Washington DC. #noir #jazz #literaryfiction
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Wild Billy. Coke-bottle glasses, acne-pocked skin, Bass Weejuns under prep-boy slacks. Billy’s math was simple: one insult equals wreckage. Saltshaker through a windshield, broadside ram. Blank inside, empathy never wired. Read story: x.com/ExpatLitJ/st...
January 2, 2026 at 3:10 AM
Wild Billy. Coke-bottle glasses, acne-pocked skin, Bass Weejuns under prep-boy slacks. Billy’s math was simple: one insult equals wreckage. Saltshaker through a windshield, broadside ram. Blank inside, empathy never wired. Read story: x.com/ExpatLitJ/st...
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Joseph Bonanno — FMC Lexington, 1983.
From The Narco Farm.
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From The Narco Farm.
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Sunday Stories: “The Quiet Fire”
The Quiet Fireby L.F. Graubard Eva left without a goodbye. That’s how the Narco Farm did it—people vanished between counts. One day you’re brushing your teeth together, next day her bunk’s stripped…
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February 15, 2026 at 1:21 PM
Joseph Bonanno — FMC Lexington, 1983.
From The Narco Farm.
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Read story here:
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From The Narco Farm.
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Read story here:
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Joseph Bonanno — FMC Lexington, 1983.
From The Narco Farm.
@vol1brooklyn.bsky.social @tobiascarroll.bsky.social
Read story here:
www.vol1brooklyn.com/2026/02/15/s...
From The Narco Farm.
@vol1brooklyn.bsky.social @tobiascarroll.bsky.social
Read story here:
www.vol1brooklyn.com/2026/02/15/s...
Sunday Stories: “The Quiet Fire”
The Quiet Fireby L.F. Graubard Eva left without a goodbye. That’s how the Narco Farm did it—people vanished between counts. One day you’re brushing your teeth together, next day her bunk’s stripped…
www.vol1brooklyn.com
February 15, 2026 at 1:21 PM
Joseph Bonanno — FMC Lexington, 1983.
From The Narco Farm.
@vol1brooklyn.bsky.social @tobiascarroll.bsky.social
Read story here:
www.vol1brooklyn.com/2026/02/15/s...
From The Narco Farm.
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Read story here:
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Reposted by L.F. Graubard
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard
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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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January 2, 2026 at 3:22 AM
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard
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New micro up today at Fifty Word Stories: “Akari’s Note.”
Writing flash is like playing jazz—you try to say more with less. It’s what you don’t say that matters as much as the words.
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Writing flash is like playing jazz—you try to say more with less. It’s what you don’t say that matters as much as the words.
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LF GRAUBARD: Akari’s Note
Akari Osaka got her first violin at four. Crooked pigtails, bow trembling like a nervous bird. Her father, a Nisei, sat cross‑legged, watching her saw through “Twinkle, Twinkle” like scripture. He …
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January 26, 2026 at 5:44 PM
New micro up today at Fifty Word Stories: “Akari’s Note.”
Writing flash is like playing jazz—you try to say more with less. It’s what you don’t say that matters as much as the words.
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/l...
Writing flash is like playing jazz—you try to say more with less. It’s what you don’t say that matters as much as the words.
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/l...
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Akari’s Note” is inspired by the resilience of Norman S. Ikari (Norman Saburo Ikari), a Nisei veteran of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team and his relationship with his daughter. Press link to read story:
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January 27, 2026 at 7:36 AM
Akari’s Note” is inspired by the resilience of Norman S. Ikari (Norman Saburo Ikari), a Nisei veteran of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team and his relationship with his daughter. Press link to read story:
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/lf
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/lf
Akari’s Note” is inspired by the resilience of Norman S. Ikari (Norman Saburo Ikari), a Nisei veteran of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team and his relationship with his daughter. Press link to read story:
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/lf
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/lf
January 27, 2026 at 7:36 AM
Akari’s Note” is inspired by the resilience of Norman S. Ikari (Norman Saburo Ikari), a Nisei veteran of the 442nd Regimental Combat Team and his relationship with his daughter. Press link to read story:
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/lf
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/lf
New micro up today at Fifty Word Stories: “Akari’s Note.”
Writing flash is like playing jazz—you try to say more with less. It’s what you don’t say that matters as much as the words.
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/l...
Writing flash is like playing jazz—you try to say more with less. It’s what you don’t say that matters as much as the words.
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/l...
LF GRAUBARD: Akari’s Note
Akari Osaka got her first violin at four. Crooked pigtails, bow trembling like a nervous bird. Her father, a Nisei, sat cross‑legged, watching her saw through “Twinkle, Twinkle” like scripture. He …
fiftywordstories.com
January 26, 2026 at 5:44 PM
New micro up today at Fifty Word Stories: “Akari’s Note.”
Writing flash is like playing jazz—you try to say more with less. It’s what you don’t say that matters as much as the words.
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/l...
Writing flash is like playing jazz—you try to say more with less. It’s what you don’t say that matters as much as the words.
fiftywordstories.com/2026/01/26/l...
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He sits at the end of the bar, killing doubles to kill bad memories. Network news on the TV, but he’s not watching—just letting the static float through him like hypnosis. A man fading one drink at a time...
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November 27, 2025 at 5:12 PM
He sits at the end of the bar, killing doubles to kill bad memories. Network news on the TV, but he’s not watching—just letting the static float through him like hypnosis. A man fading one drink at a time...
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#noirlit #noirfilm #existentialism #litfic
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#noirlit #noirfilm #existentialism #litfic
"Life feels like a punishment treadmill—like that old Betty Boop cartoon: the villain runs faster, gets whipped harder. The system whips you, and you keep running, pretending it’s freedom. That’s how it was back at the Narco Farm."-Johnny Rumble
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January 20, 2026 at 11:52 PM
"Life feels like a punishment treadmill—like that old Betty Boop cartoon: the villain runs faster, gets whipped harder. The system whips you, and you keep running, pretending it’s freedom. That’s how it was back at the Narco Farm."-Johnny Rumble
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January 4, 2026 at 1:41 PM
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Johnny Rumble Rides Again – L.F. Graubard - ExPat Press
The Lone Star biker bar embalmed in nicotine and spit buckets, Confederate flags sagging like surrendered skins. Slot machines blinked cheap constellations. Southern Maryland—Slot Machine Alley, Littl...
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January 2, 2026 at 3:25 AM
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Missing in America – L. F. Graubard expatpress.com/missing-in-a...
Missing in America – L. F. Graubard - ExPat Press
December 12, 2020 He sits at the end of Harry’s Bar and Family Restaurant, killing doubles to kill bad memories. Network news on the TV, but he’s not watching—just letting the static float through him...
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November 26, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard expatpress.com/the-mermaid-...
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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January 3, 2026 at 10:35 AM
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard expatpress.com/the-mermaid-...
Johnny Rumble Rides Again – L.F. Graubard expatpress.com/johnny-rumbl...
Johnny Rumble Rides Again – L.F. Graubard - ExPat Press
The Lone Star biker bar embalmed in nicotine and spit buckets, Confederate flags sagging like surrendered skins. Slot machines blinked cheap constellations. Southern Maryland—Slot Machine Alley, Littl...
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January 2, 2026 at 3:25 AM
Johnny Rumble Rides Again – L.F. Graubard expatpress.com/johnny-rumbl...
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard
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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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January 2, 2026 at 3:22 AM
The Mermaid and the Sniper – Larry Graubard
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Wild Billy. Coke-bottle glasses, acne-pocked skin, Bass Weejuns under prep-boy slacks. Billy’s math was simple: one insult equals wreckage. Saltshaker through a windshield, broadside ram. Blank inside, empathy never wired. Read story: x.com/ExpatLitJ/st...
January 2, 2026 at 3:10 AM
Wild Billy. Coke-bottle glasses, acne-pocked skin, Bass Weejuns under prep-boy slacks. Billy’s math was simple: one insult equals wreckage. Saltshaker through a windshield, broadside ram. Blank inside, empathy never wired. Read story: x.com/ExpatLitJ/st...