Category Archives: Essay

Ruminations #7

Children cry. Toddlers especially. They are fickle. They have demands and the word ‘no’ holds about as much weight to them than the state of DOW does to the teenager slinging fries at a Wendy’s. With parents, and I’m generalizing … Continue reading

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Ruminations #6

Is it okay to spend hours looking over old notes, marveling over the fact you managed to come through the event in one piece while being awestruck at how stupid you were to do it to begin with? My notes … Continue reading

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Ruminations #5

I always found it strange that an orgasm to be rather strangely named with the French “La petite mort”. The little death? Really? Not to gross anyone out here, we’re all adults, I have a kid, so I’ve sex at … Continue reading

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Eight Fingers, Three Paths, and One More Year

I have some ideas… Continue reading

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Ruminations #4

In which I contemplate the future in the crystal orbs of my daughters eyes. Continue reading

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Ruminations #3

As if suddenly cutting from the Gordian knot of my own existence. I find myself panicked like a child before some great event. Liberated my mind flies, throwing out ideas with the easy words of “Fuck it, who will read … Continue reading

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Ruminations #2

It’s amazing looking over the notebooks for the last 400+ days and realizing that you’ve been running in circles for over year, hoping to find some unrefined truth hidden in the scorched and mulched ruins of what you were once … Continue reading

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Ruminations #1

​Someday, sooner than I would like,  I am going to be a grandfather,  complete with that unsettling ring of mortality that follows the birth of a grandchild. And I will be in the position of relegated authority of telling stories, … Continue reading

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The Novel That Refuses to be Written

I sat down this afternoon with a goal: write. It’s the same goal I’ve always had for every shred of spare time, but lately my spare time as been relegated to extensive bouts of napping and general lamentations of the … Continue reading

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