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January 4 2015
Wouldn’t it be nice if age crept up on us now like it did when we were small hidden behind smooth cheeks and shiny hair long sun-browned limbs and the eternal slowness of youth until it shone forth with some remarkable First A loose tooth, a love note, a wobbly two-wheeled flight into the grass…
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2014
One more winter and there is comfort now in knowing there are fewer up ahead than left behind.
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Sarah.
My sister-in-law died this morning. We used to have the most ridiculous late night conversations, cracking up from behind our computer screens hundreds of miles apart, and then turning the corner into more serious territory, talking about raising children and weathering the storms of married life and what it was like to struggle through life…
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Straw Man
Straw man, did the black plague take you by surprise? Do you remember what it was to breathe without the stench of deceit wrapped around your face to make you choke? Snake-jawed, unhinged, swallowing reality regurgitating thoughts you link like tissue paper chains, fragile and pathetic circling your wrists held there stupid, the illusion of…
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Wreck.
This is the part, tiny little nothing man where you reach down inside where everything good festers and dies, pull out your misery and strangle yourself with your own fetid tongue. Street whore cries injustice, plastic face melting off under the acid of her manufactured tears knees bruised and bloody from too long at his…
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Litter
Yesterday, I came across another blog I’d started then abandoned. It’s only a couple years old, and I have no idea why I gave it up and started this one. They may even have overlapped, I’m not sure, I haven’t looked. Anyway, I thought I’d move some stuff over from there to here. Here’s the…
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Fly
The world is defined by the dregs dying at the bottom of your cup drowning in the cold, left behind by your apathetic inability to do something as simple as change the filter –dumping the new, coarsely ground by some half-assed industrial machine on top of what was left from last time, stale and bitter…
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June 10 2014
When I found you, the days were short, just starting to lean toward the solstice, gathering up the warmth from the sun and hoarding it away from the dark Moon-chilled, we built an empire out of the stars.
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