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The Answers You Can Never Know

She crosses in front of him, some part of him compelled to follow. After several steps she stops, crouching down like an inquisitive child. She picks something up from the ground. She examines it, the flower blossoming in her hand as … Continue reading

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Red Boar Jones: Enter Holly

He walks in and finds a seat in corner booth. He stretches his back working out a kink that has been following him since he woke up this morning. It’s dark, light enough to make out the silhouettes of the … Continue reading

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Pieces from the Novel #2: A Hole in Creation

I face the edge looking out, hues of purple and blue gliding across the earth below. I feel them moving. Tribes, towns, and cities of phosphorescent billions crisscrossing like apathetic phantoms. Continue reading

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Red Boar Jones: Concept Phase #1

A hint at what’s going on with another another book while another steadily trudges its way up hill 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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Pieces from the Novel #1: Neon Soul

Watching the cabsĀ fold into the horizon of the city, something squeezes me, knocking against the comfortable fog of the alcohol. I feel it, an uneasy melancholy begging to be let out, to be thought, considered, felt. I steel myself against … Continue reading

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The Standing Earth

One day the earth stood up. The ground rumbled and vast cracks formed around the slew of villages that made up the forgotten valley of the continent. Pinned between two perfectly nourishing rivers the people barely had made the time … Continue reading

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