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About kingmidget

About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes. I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.

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

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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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Phantom

The Monday night writing prompt was … phantom. I’d write tonight But I just can’t A world torn asunder By a virus By racism By violence I’m overwhelmed Watching the news Watching twitter I go around And around And around … Continue reading

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Coyote

The coyote lurked right at the edge of the yard, where the light from the porch reached that place where the darkness of night overwhelmed the glow. Even at that edge, I could see the reflection in his eyes. Two … Continue reading

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