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"this is the world as best as I can remember it"

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Hiding from the War

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I hid from the war behind the walls of an Army compound in Northern Iraq, hearing occasional gunfire, explosions, and the constant...
Monday, November 23, 2015

When the Storm Comes

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When the storm comes, the head becomes a cave in which to hide from danger. When the storm comes, the world closes off and we ...
Saturday, November 14, 2015

The Murderer

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He was a murderer from the beginning,  and he will kill your body and soul if he can.   Do not partner with him or those with him. Re...
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Monday, November 09, 2015

baby ate him like a man

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We visited our optometrist's office this weekend where there is a children's nook full of books and toys.  Anya and Elias dec...
Thursday, November 05, 2015

The Autumn Years

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In the Autumn years full of hopes and fears when the heart grows bold with the ease of tears.
Sunday, October 25, 2015

The Tower

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Solar Sam beamed in the full length mirror, turning left then right to capture his appearance from different angles.  He was wearing a linen...
Friday, October 09, 2015

The Mermaid

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I hear a mermaid and a mermaid hears me. She tells me her secrets of the deep blue sea. I tell her of my life with a brother and a...
Thursday, September 24, 2015

to live is to love

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An illusion of endless time in the corporal self. A delusion of disconnection from those with you in hell. Such a grace for the b...
Monday, September 14, 2015

I'm Just a Poor Boy

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I remember him as an awkward elementary school kid with buggy eyes and a slack face that quickly corrected when he smiled.  It was 1980...
Sunday, September 13, 2015

Punctured

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So much beauty fills the earth but all of it tinged by sadness as if it needs to puncture the heart to let out all the badness. *...
Thursday, September 10, 2015

two hats

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I wear two hats, no, really I wear two hats. They are both in my work bag, one grey and one olive drab. They're the poofy ...
Monday, September 07, 2015

No Matter What

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How many times has he tried to annoy me, a poke, a punch, a negative answer to a  positive question.  He needs to know I love h...
Wednesday, September 02, 2015

The Eye of Jupiter

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Who could find fault with their mission aboard The Beam, lights playing off the surface of its long cylindrical shape, as it approached ...
Saturday, August 29, 2015

The Long Bike Ride

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This was cut out of "Sleepless in Seoul"  because it did not involve insomnia or being homeless in the city.  It is simply a...
Wednesday, August 19, 2015

This Hoosier Heart

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The  patter of rain synchronizes with the staccato sound of a bouncing ball the occasional swish of a well placed shot (rimle...
Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Sleepless in Seoul

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It was another weekend in Seoul with only a vague idea about how I would spend it.  It had become a routine of sorts to break up the monoto...
Monday, August 03, 2015

I Will Write a Novel Today

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I will write a novel today or at least a few short stories in an electronic record for future physicians to see. I hear stories of ...
Friday, July 24, 2015

A Creative Spark

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Elias built a house on Minecraft this past week and his excitement about it was uncharacteristically intense.  When he brought me into ...
Tuesday, July 21, 2015

A Soldier of Moral Certitude

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It is not my fault, the multitude of evils that beset this planet. I am a static being, untouching and untouchable, without malic...
Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Thunder Road

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When they came through the Rift, the rains came with them. Marko wasn't even close to the freak happening, but saw it on an inter...
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A. Monk
“Aaroneous Monk” brings to mind the image of a bumbling but well-meaning hermit who continually trips himself up in his overgrown beard as he attempts to battle evil in the world but, more often than not, forgets about the darkness in his own heart. It also sounds similar to the legendary jazz pianist Thelonious Monk, but with a faux-Greek twist. Thelonious was known for being able to maintain two disparate rhythms going at the same time with his hands seemingly disconnected from each other. That kinda sums up my struggle...
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