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Monthly Archives: April 2016
Coffee
He sits at the table, quietly smoking a cigarette. The walls are drenched in poorly painted murals, like a menagerie of fifteen year olds with all whim and no talent were given free reign over the coffee shops interior. No … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Fiction, fiction
Tagged acrylic holocaust, art, avant garde, cheetos, cigarettes, coffee, coffee shops, demons, inspiration, sloth jesus, teenagers, waiting, writing
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Requiescat in Pace
This is an old story, with an older style. I share it with trepidation, but with the understanding that my dog will always be awesome. ——- I don’t place much trust in people. They’re good for bouts of conversation, but … Continue reading
Posted in Creative Non-fiction, Nonfiction
Tagged childhood, college writing, death, Dogs, family, friendship, great dane, learning to enjoy the grass, Life, Love, mourning, park, youth
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Sugar, Spice, and Insulin
It’s only the third of January and I’m already waiting for a new year, some sort of arbitrary clean slate to make things new. I brace myself against a guard rail and watch the slow stream of people enter the … Continue reading
Stickers
Looking at the things I carry with me on a day-to-day basis, most of them contain stickers of one variety or another. My insulin kit is adorned with massive square stickers of both Ironman and The Hulk by my nephew … Continue reading
Posted in Nonfiction
Tagged childhood, Diabetes, little boys, loved ones, Memory, on a lighter note, over-thinking things, stickers
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Perfect
I want it to be perfect. I want you to read it and want me in the way same way I drag myself in circles to try and forget about you. I want it to make you cry. I want … Continue reading
Somewhere Along the Way the Muse Died
During college I had a pretty specific ritual. It wasn’t unique, nor particularly interesting, but as is most important with rituals it accomplished something. During the required months I would throw myself into my school work, engage with its ideas, chew … Continue reading
Posted in Nonfiction
Tagged A novel someday, anxiety, college, confidence, creatively deprived madness, depressed, Dreams Away, ideas, job searching, Life, muse, novel, work, writing
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Have and Have-Nots
During the summer it was always easy to find food. It was everywhere, a call back to the habits of nature and ritual that kept their bellies full and their hearts focused on things greater than simple survival. But summer … Continue reading
Posted in Nonfiction
Tagged death, food, haves and have nots, humanity, love of war, mankind, plague of slaughter, tribalism, tribes, war
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Grief’s Promise
Writing is full of false starts and mulligans. Were it a sport it would be an inscrutable mass of expletives and rage-crumpled pages. This is not news to me, nor, I suspect, is it new to you. It is the … Continue reading
Posted in Nonfiction
Tagged death, family, funeral, grandfather, grandpa, grief, Life, Memory, one final attempt for clarity, promise, sedatives and swabs, suffering, writing
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Orphan Parts and Pizza
A boy wearing puberty on his face greets me at the pizza counter. He asks for the order name and I give it. “Are you one of the Kohl’s that sells like the furniture and stuff?’ I answer in a … Continue reading
A Land of Rum and Writing 