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Inspiration

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Maddie wiped the tears from her eyes. She was done crying, that wouldn’t bring Tay back. It wouldn’t bring Dorinda back and it wouldn’t bring her parents back. The rain and the mist had cleared while she was sleeping and…

Feels Like The First Time

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It’s almost impossible for me to figure out the first book I ever really got lost in. Too long ago. I was a book-worm from a very very young age. I remember a teacher telling my mother I could read…

When I Was You

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

It was something we said to each other as children…our sense of time and place were malleable; we had not yet been indoctrinated into the order of things as dictated by our elders. Put it another way, our outlook was…

Past and Future Past

He lay in bed, in the semi darkness, the room only illuminated by the soft green glow of the stereo dial. The volume was turned down so the room was silent save for the occasional, quiet passing of other students…

Desperation

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

I was asked to think about a time I chose not to conform and the price I paid for it. Well I can tell you, I could fill a book with examples and prices. Hell, I could show you a…

Leaving

We have new neighbors. They seem nice enough, a couple with two teenaged boys. I met the boys and they were very polite. But that is not what I am writing about. Truth be told, our former neighbors, divorced, precipitating…

The Last Drop

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

“It is not the last drop that empties the water-clock, but all that which previously has flowed out…” – Seneca . Neither here Neither there Neither anywhere . I wonder what they thought When they found him . Not quite…

George And The Postman

Man writing at a desk. Fire burning in the background.

Uncle George pulled his black Dodge sedan into the garage, just like he did every other night. He closed the garage door and unlocked the side door to the house. Beauty was waiting patiently for him to arrive home, in…

The City In The Rain

They say it muffles sounds, the rain. But for me it amplifies sounds. Or maybe certain sounds. Or maybe that’s just the way my senses work. Or maybe there is some undiscovered sense that causes feelings for which we have…

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