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A Surprisingly Quick Sit and Wait

I have a few minutes, i don't know exactly how many, to write something. This something will exist, in some form, at some size. I don't...

Oh Yeah, I Can Marry You

Four years ago yesterday I became an ordained minister. I discovered the news this morning while reading (deleting) my emails. There in...

Speak-Writing

This is a session dictated by voice. I only, well, I only slightly thought about that first sentence, and these following sentences will...

Schrodinger's Cones

There is a mystery outside. Not quite Agatha Christie, but, in my mind, worthy of that descriptor nonetheless. I bless the situation with...

A Letter to a Musical Artist

This is a letter written for a musical artist. One I will not name. I can’t name. I am afraid to type the name. For typing the name...

In the Beginning Was

The beginning of a chronicle, a column.

New Equilibrium

He held his gaze for as long as he could on the shrinking red lights. Blinking wasn't important at a time like this. He felt bad for it,...

Skin to the Dirt, Eyes Up

With the skin of her fingers pressed firmly against the dirt and grass below, she repositions the placement of her buttocks to feel more...

Autumn Leaf

An autumn leaf covers his left eye while the right wanders across the horizon. His lack of neck, plus a poor posture that was struck...

a Bowie moment

She was in the middle of making one of the most difficult decisions of her life, and it was frying her brain. Changes or Starman? The...

Calculating the Impossible

Tip-toeing over her scattered dirty clothes she reached her most valuable possession: her whiteboard. She took solace in the fact that it...

Socks

When questioned on her mismatched socks the woman felt compelled to sigh. And not just any sigh, she wanted to release a meaty one full...

worry

The lack of certainty shrunk as fast as the man opposite drank from his mug. This was the moment he had been dreading for some time....

Under the Bridge

The dim river rippled at its calmest directly under the bridge. It's one of the three reasons the jacketed man chose to spend his daily...

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