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

Tuesday, September 24, 2019

The Crow King

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He stood on the bridge  alternating his gaze  from water to skyline skyline to water and then up at the clouds his head in ...
Friday, September 13, 2019

Three Dreams, Same Scene, All She’s

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At least three different times I fell into a dream of a similar setting.  Each time it culminated dramatically, I woke up, and then r...
Tuesday, September 03, 2019

Letter to a Middle School Coach

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Hey Coach D, I feel I need to reach out tonight because of some concerns I have as a parent.  E is extremely frustrated tonight a...
Friday, August 30, 2019

Eating Myself

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The balding head The broken nose The trick ankle and Love of crows All so very ridiculous! The numberless books The...
Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Early Morning Apocalypse

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The horizon was set on fire by a tremendous fireball ostensibly ending any possibility of life on earth as he sat weeping in his ...
Friday, August 23, 2019

The Joker on a Jacket

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The Joker jacket was laughing at me, gifted by a friend in a dream whose meaning only Freud could guess at. It was just so ...
Wednesday, August 21, 2019

“a land called Honalee”

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It was the closest body of water to my childhood home at the southern edge of a small town in Indiana.  It could be seen from the h...
Wednesday, August 14, 2019

The Stowaway

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He was a stowaway on an intergalactic freighter that had stalled just outside an arm of the Milky Way.  It was during the troubleshooting...
Sunday, August 11, 2019

A Walk in the Park

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“A walk in the park”  means something is easy and I guess it is my 8 year old  daughter holding  my hand, arms swinging ...
Friday, August 09, 2019

And Off I Ran

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I feel like it has been one of my major accomplishments this past year to get Elias to run Cross Country (XC) in middle school.  It is ...
Monday, August 05, 2019

One of Us

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What if God was one of us, an infinitely older man seriously tired of our shit? I certainly hope not, but I would not bla...
Thursday, August 01, 2019

Books & the Long Goodbye

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From about 10 years old to 50 years old (my current age) I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time, money, and resources on collectin...
Thursday, July 18, 2019

Pretty Things

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“Billy stayed in the wagon when it reached the slaughterhouse, sunning himself.  The others went looking for souvenirs.  Later on...
Monday, July 15, 2019

Left on Peach Fork Road

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We’d spent a week on the beach: me, my wife, my daughter, and my son.  Incidentally, we’d moved to a new house the week prior to...
Monday, July 08, 2019

Listless on Europa

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Feeling listless on Europa, Jupiter looming large in the sky. A Ransomed traveler  asking the what? and why? But there is ...
Friday, July 05, 2019

Rolling the Rug

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He was 4 when we rolled out the new rug, the moving boxes cut and connected into a  huge cardboard fort with many windows, Gr...
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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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