Fiction
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Blowtorch Pastoral
Blowtorch Pastoral is a space I created to post some of what I consider to be my more serious writing. Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 6
“You’re much too emotional. You take things way too personal. You have to loosen up and just be comfortable in your own skin. If I don’t see that in you… You’ll never be in me.” Continue reading
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The Mayans and the Mayonnaise
“I suppose you could say I’m a people person and… Well, to be honest, I just like to be close to others. It’s comforting. See, I’ve suffered some terrible losses in my life. Just terrible. More terrible than any human being should ever have to endure.” Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 5
“I wanted to apologize for the other night… At the party,” Steel said. “I was way out of line with all that talk about gravy. It was stupid. Sorry about that.” Continue reading
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The Crowns of Pluto (5.)
I moved closer to one of the windows and pressed a hand against it. When I looked out onto the surface of Pluto, it was somehow no longer Pluto. Continue reading
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Mr. Kringle-go-Round
He plotted a path across the highway. As he slowly walked, the rushing machines went right through him as if he wasn’t even there. Continue reading
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The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 4
“These are my best ones,” he said, and he leaned forward and spoke quietly even though he didn’t need to because the shop was otherwise empty. “What color were you looking to paint these bastards’ mouths with? Huh?” Continue reading
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Tecumah (End)
Two of the chairs were empty, but in the other chairs sat three dolls, all with cracked, odd faces and dressed in torn doll clothing. Continue reading
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The Captain and the Snowman
The math on the board is so puzzling, a girl with golden hair swallowed the white chalk. Writing out geometric formulaic hypothesis on crackers and pool tables with her soul. Continue reading
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Tecumah (2.)
“Seems like it was just yesterday I was sitting on your couch in your super hip Nob Hill pad looking up at the wall and admiring this painting while we got baked to oblivion. Those sure were some good times.” Continue reading
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