October 2022
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Empire of the Sun
The sad, the hopes, the fear that runs through the veins causing me to shake like a young leaf in Autumn. The rattle of the heart on the Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 10)
The boy wanted to end it all right then and there, he thought to himself. He wanted to fall away into the misty ether and be gone forever. The thoughts hurt. Continue reading
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The October Oatmeal Project (A Halloween Story)
The ghost of Wilford Brimley rode upon an ocelot across the dry-skinned floor of the salt flats out beyond the perimeter of Brigham City, Utah, where he lived in a holy water and whitewashed adobe abode. Continue reading
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The Misty-Eyed Stormtrooper (Episode I)
On the planet Placitas in the far away galaxy of Fresh, a young stormtrooper bemoaned his place in the endless universe from the barracks at Outpost 9. Continue reading
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The Laguna Bungle (Session 3)
I rang the doorbell again, but was I really expecting a dead woman to answer? My thoughts had gotten ahead of me once again because the door slowly opened. Continue reading
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The Colors of October
Autumn this year has been a particularly bright and beautiful one. For my wife and I, this is our favorite season by far. Last night, the skies in our area were exceptionally spectacular and we both captured the fleeting moments with our cell phone cameras. She got hers in the parking lot at her work,… Continue reading
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The Bedroom or the Bullet
We lay on cold sheets in a storm, the lightning bursts are like flash bulbs as I stare out the slots of the shades, smelling you in between Continue reading
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The Skyscrapers of Henry Miller
Airplanes streaking across the sky on the same warm summer day wrecking balls sexing up dirty brick walls all in the name of pain, windowpane Continue reading
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Refrigerated Dreams (Act 9)
Rude Rudy squirmed in the chair in the office that smelled like sterile, dusty discipline. Across from him seated at the big important desk sat the stodgy principal, Mr. Simon Falcone. Continue reading
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Have You Heard of Personal Space?
I don’t know what it is, but lately I feel like a human magnet. That’s not the same as a chick magnet. Continue reading
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