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Can We Care Again?
It was a grisly crime. The kind that required the television reporters to warn viewers that the “footage may be disturbing.” The kind that had all sorts of things blurred in the videos that showed up on the respectable websites. … Continue reading
Pillow Lips
The first line of this was a writing prompt from last night. There was, and remains, a lot I wanted to do with this, but this is what I managed last night. There may just be more later. She had … Continue reading
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A Prized Possession
When I was in kindergarten, I didn’t talk much. In my report cards from that year, my teacher, Ms. Philippi, commented on my silence and encouraged me to speak up more. Well, that was a bad idea. My report cards … Continue reading
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I Want To
A little poem in response to a writing exercise last night … I want to I want I I want I want to Words of such power Words of such weakness Words that speak Words that breathe Is a want … Continue reading
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The Dime … Again Again
A stolen Yankees t-shirt. A deal to avoid punishment. A date to a dance. A few moments that change the lives of Lily, Sophie, and Pete forever. Pete, who stole the t-shirt on his 16th birthday because his neglectful mother … Continue reading
The Dime … Again
I keep adding chapters to The Dime over at WattPad. It’s up to 18 chapters now. Here it is if you’d like to give it a try.
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The Dime
The roll out continues on Wattpad. Five chapters posted today. Fifteen chapters in total up and the crescendo builds!!!! Go here to read, comment, vote for. The more eyeballs, the more comments, the more votes the better.
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Jumping. Flying. Dying.
I’d gone across the bridge countless times. During runs, on bike rides. Each trip across, I had the same thought. What would it feel like to jump? Hell, I think that every time I cross a bridge. The thing is … Continue reading
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Trent Was Right
When I started writing this last night, I wanted it offbeat. But I don’t do offbeat easily. So I wrapped up The Dream Story with a cliched ending. Trent pointed out that the pregnancy was too cliched. And I agree. … Continue reading
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A Dream Story
I rarely remember my dreams, but this morning I woke up with a clear image from a dream in my head. I was walking with a woman in my neighborhood. I have no idea who the woman was, but what … Continue reading
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